Your hurt?

Sometimes those who suffer and wait,

Turn out to be surrounded by Gods mighty fate,

The trait is hard to find, while they start to lose their minds,

They can speak like pastors, but in reality they are blind,

They seem like they know whats up, but really they are confined,

The spirits of life, can confuse the sight, with the trusted delight,

despite the fact that they win the fight, they see some light,

 but really the darkness is covered in fright.

These open ended people, sit down and laugh,

They continue to live life, but live it real whack,

My mind gets blown, and i bet you've heard that before,

The difference is, it wasn't my mind, until you closed the door.

Save it, im done, this wouldn't last for as long as i live,

They steal you from me, like i didn't deserve to live,

They make you feel like shit, yet you love them, and not me,

See the ironic part now, you were everything to me,

but i wasn't anything to you,

you treated me as shitty as those people treated you,

Its so fucking dumb, how this all works out at last,

As i look up from kneeling down i see a train coming fast and im like...