Wishing Well

Some say we all were meant for a certain purpose
Yet I cant seem to find the purpose for which I was meant
I feel I am getting close, like I am just about to break through the surface
But right before I find it, I come face to face with death
To my suprise, death was a man whom I'd already met
He told me upon a rock I would be birthed
He told me due to a fault not mine I would be cursed
He shed a tear and apologized, telling me the life I was about to go through is just a lie and for the truth he had searched and searched
I stopped his broken words as he cried and told him I had accepted this lie of life and will await him after my journey on this wretched Earth

I can't believe the words I am about to say
About how I'm afraid to show love in such a loveless place
If mass religion teaches that loving all is a step to being saved
Why do the mass of those religious always seem to show judgemental hate
Its cause true love is unteachable you see its not an acquired trait
If it was then have you truly learned to love all
Those who wronged you?
Those who hurt you?
Those who promised you their heart while they held a knife and had a devilish grin on their face?
Do you love and pray for even the fallen angel who was first to descend from Grace?

I don't believe in God but for the lost I will pray
I hope one day the storm in your head will wither and all will calm
I know this world can make you bitter but dont let it change you and make you hateful
For love is the only way for your soul and sanity to keep its bond
And although your heart will break please try to remain strong
Because it truly hurts to hear another person has taken their own life and is forever gone
That pain is a feeling I know all too well
So I remain upon a wishing well
Forever wishing to see you again so that I may wish you well
Just thinking about you I feel my heart, throat, and eyes begin to swell
A year and 3 months since that day yet on the sorrow I continue to dwell
I asked time when this wound will heal only to find it was an answer not even time could tell

If my lifeforce is an essence that can be sacrificed to make a wish
I wish for all those that cease to and still exist
To find the bliss they deserve for being forced to have lived in such a place as this