Why is hell...a place that sounds... no...not sounds...
Hell is a place made for suffering and made for the damn.
Yet....here....
In a place called Earth.
A place known as land....
Has a bit of its own hell.
The things heard.
The things said.
The things I see.....
Why is it hell.... is a bit like this?
Pain.
Misery
Agony
Torture
Kills
murder
lies
death
suicide
all that stuff those negative things.
not one day can be ok
or good
or fine
no....it has to have a bit of bad in there.
You can bounce back from it....but there is always bad in life.
Something goes wrong.
It has to weather you want it to or not.
All that....
all these things...
is hell to me already.
Hell is described...as the place of torture... but here....
this is my bit of hell.
Not as bad but still bad.
Not one day can i go without seeing a friends hurt.
A friend in tears
A friend who is depressed
A friend who cries for me if I go and hurt myself
A friend who begs me to be safe.
A day....to be happy for one day....
no pain
no hurt
no disappointment
A day like that.
Just one.
To live life happy just a day...
be a dream.
But the hell I see before me...
Is nothing like the hell described by many
Is hell.... anything anymore? To fear hell sure. But to think...it can be anything worse... I don't know anymore...
