Forevermore

It's hard to live through the suffering.
We fight to stay alive, to survive everything that comes our way each and every day.
I learned that violence and death are forevermore.
Some people think you're cold, heartless for not showing the same emotions as them.
We get judge for being who we are.
We get pushed around, knocked down.
All we want is to be loved, to be shown that someone cares.
Why is it so hard to do the right thing?
No one can see through the fake smiles,
The terrifying truth behind the lies, that paralyze you.
How can you fix what's wrong if it's lodge deep with in?
There's body after body and all i think is who's next?
We try to remember the good memories but they start to fade away to a blank.
We just want to be held and be told that everything will be alright.