Plauge of living

[Apathy182]

There's a plague that effects every life,

one that can't be cured despite how you treat the symptoms.

This plague hollows humans minds making them no more than messenger's of the media, there's no one in their hollow shell

Just an echo in the walls of their minds of who they wanted to be before they gave up.

This plague leaves you cold, fills you with an inconsolable misery and turns every day into strife.

Most humans fight it with ignorance, claiming they don't know they're slowly decaying though we can all see it.

We play into distraction of video games, anime, sports anything to pass the time, but it's a disease spread unseen with no cure.

Maybe it's vampires feeding off the light everyone carries,

or maybe we were just made a self destructive society

Perhaps it's just a feeling we all get that plants itself in out minds, tarring up our hearts, and we only notice when the bullying starts, and those first tears are shed.

But there's no hope, no point to carry on in a world that's dead.

No hope, but we somehow make one, to pretend we aren't alone but in the end, who can you call when the knife begs to be used?

Who will be there to say you're still just as beautiful when it's done?

Who'll hold your hand at 3 in the morning, and make you smile when you feel like crying?

We all have someone, but they need a sign it's ok to speak, that you see them just as they hurt seeing you suffer alone