Is there a reason to life anymore?
Why do we live in this madness?
We judge people who don't look 'erfect'
When we are not perfect ourselves
Why do we put ourselves down?
A person lower than us ends up higher when we fall..
Into rock bottom
Karma might be true
What goes around, comes back around
It's the same thing as respect
Treat people the way you want to be treat
You want to be treated kindly
And you're expecting it from a person you just insulted

Does anything make us happy anymore?
Money doesn't buy happiness
If it did, people would be fighting for it
But, then again
There are some people who do and think that
But what happened when you do get the money?
Your friends, not real but want your money
Family, want money
Lovers, same thing
So what if you have all the money in the world?
Then what you dirty greedy *bunny*?

Skinny people are sexy
Not
People who abs are hot
Not
Great looks are sexy
Not
Big boobs and penises are sexual
Not
Why do looks matter?
Why should a body look good?
We're poisoning and damaging ourselves just to be pretty?
What if you're pretty, but you're a *bunny*?
What then?
Sex was made to make children
Are we so bored nowadays that we do it on a daily basic?
Or even watch it?
We have sex so much that it's now hard to have children
Because of stupid STDs and AIDS
That's what you get for *bunny* too much

Don't play with people's hearts
You should like or love them for them
Mind is the key point
The body is just a bonus
Don't go after someone just for body
Because the person with body
Wants your money
Don't be a sucker to a pretty person
Looks are always deceiving

Hell
Is it real?
If so, why do we say certain things are like Hell?
'It hurts as Hell: it's funny as Hell'
Please, Hell is fiery pit of doom
Be realistic
Heaven or God for that matter
If God exist, why make us, his children' suffer?
What kind of father/mother would do such a thing?
An abusive one
Purgatory is the Earth
It's between Heaven and Hell
It IS Heaven and Hell

I'm just a fifteen year old girl
In tenth grader in high school
Who is open minded
Is questioning life itself
I'm sick of life
But I won't kill myself
Death is the ultimate thing we all fear
The fear to breathe
Fear to feel warmth
Fear to hear and feel our heart beat
Scared to close our eyes
And never opening them again...

Life is not simple
Nor is it hard
It's just...
I don't even know anymore

Time goes by fast at a slow rate
Change and time go
Hand to hand
Why do I wish...
It didn't?