Life Is Hard

Life’s hard. You go through your day hoping be on hope that when you get home you’ll be welcome with a warm smile and a loving embrace. Some people don’t get that or at lest not all the time. Some people find that it’s better to run from life, ether with a bottle or with a knife. Some people, these people don’t see the love and warmth around them. They only see the things that make them sad or mad. They don’t see their friends or their family.

These people find that as they look around, they don’t like what they see. They find that if they go to the end of that bottle or the just one more cut, that they stop seeing what they hate. People look on as these people do this and do nothing. They see the pain in the cutters eyes, they see the fear in the drunks, yet they do nothing.

If people just spoke up maybe these people would find some peace. If people would show that they care maybe, just maybe, those people would be lifted from their pain and fear. If everyone cared about those around them if everyone saw the pain and fear, it would be better.

Though you can’t always blame those that can’t see. Sometimes the people hide what they feel, I know I did. And then the people can’t understand why people don’t care, it’s because they can’t see. The people hid and run away from those trying to see. They smile when their sad and smile when their mad, no one can see the pain. To get the pain and fear to go away both sides must be willing.

Life’s hard. Some try to run. Some try to hide. Some try to go through with no emotion witch is almost as bad as running. Some try to live life to the fullest. Some people just give up. I know people who have given up. I’ve seen the way they live, if you can call it living. That person did nothing. That person sat and played games. That person never tried to go out. That person was close to me. It was hard seeing that person like that and when ever I tried to help I was pushed away. Both sides must be willing.

Willing to