A Perfect World

Wishing there was a world where we're all happy,
a world without hurt,
sorrow,
or pain.
Where no one fakes a smile,
a laugh,
happiness.
A world where it's a perfect life,
for me,
for you,
for us all.
But that world dosen't exist,
there is Pain,
there is Sorrow
there is hurt.
We do fake happiness,
fake laughs,
fake smiles.
This world is shit,
for you,
for me,
for us all.
It leads some in horrible directions,
It favors others and brings them there hearts desires.
For me the world is curl,
Not as curl as it is for some,
But curl.
It pulls the ones I care for away,
Lets me sit alone,
Crying,
hurting,
wanting it all to end,
it Whispers to me,
tells me how I shouldn't have been born,
how I should just disappear,
how I'll never be loved,
Repeating them over and over in my head.
Not only that but gives other the power to brake me down,
Make me cry,
make me wanna die.
It pushes me around,
when I finally feel wanted,
everything comes crashing down,
as I loose it all.
Only few have stayed with me though the torcher
the hate,
the hurt.
Only few have helped me though,
picked me up when I was broken,
pieced me together again,
were always there.
They were there when I bled,
from my wrist,
form my shoulder,
from my leg.
They were there when I wanted to end it all,
pulled me away,
held me tight,
keept me strong.
They are my savors.
Keeping me safe form myself,
from the thoughts that surround my head,
form the hate.
They just go to show,
you can have a perfect world after all,
you're world can be perfect,
even if it's as dark as mine..
I wouldn't trade the ones who have been there though it all with me for anything..
even a perfect world where I was loved by all,
Never hurt,
were I only cried form happiness.
I have my perfect, Dark, Maniacal, manipulative, Mutilated world..
Besides, all the pain, hatred, torcer and sorrow builds character.
I may have a fake smile,
fake laugh,
and fake happiness for everyone else,
but they are DAMN real for the ones I love.
I love you guys...