Nothing

Can we forget who we are for a day?
Others die and become forgotten.
Under a sky of beauty, there is still sin.
Real life is almost like hell.
Time stops for nobody, and flows infinitely
In this immense world of sorrow and sadness.
My words are nothing, but worthless
Some, dumb child, is all I am
Over and over, I say the same things. I'm a hypocrite.
Really, I just envy like everyone else.
Riots start in my head as I try to figure it out.
You aren't perfect as well, but you are probably better than I.