Maybe We're The Unlucky Ones?

Perhaps they are the lucky ones who bid the

world goodbye, who bid us adieu.

For they no longer have to be trapped

in their own minds.

Maybe they have finally found peace:

something us living, breathing creatures crave for day in, day out.

For they no longer have to suffer;

no longer have to die a thousand deaths.

Maybe we’re the unlucky ones;

dying inside every day to see another day.

Keeping a funny thing, hope, alive;

when life is nothing but a cruel joke played over and over on Us.