• Life,
    The thing most love,
    The thing few hate,
    I hate it.

    I can't stand it,
    That I loved as a child could become so bitter and sour,
    The once lovely rose could wilt at the world today.

    Sometimes,
    it makes me think,
    What would the world be without you or I?

    Would it vanish along with it's life on it.
    Or would it continue as if nothing happened.

    I wished it was taken from me...
    Without anyone knowing why....

    But then I think....
    What would I do,
    Without you?