Pseudo Things

This life is full of pseudo things

Our clothes, our friends our hair

Yet they all seem important to us

We’re defined by what we wear

Some walk along the streets

Claiming they aren’t the same

Yet talk to them and you will see

There trying 2 hide the pain

A pain that comes from a broken heart

From a superficial word of thought

Stopping being unable to restart

All because pride in self was never taught

So many walk alone

Wishing for something more

To emotional abuse they are prone

Because they have nothing to adore,

Cold and alone, kicked to the ground

They search for something that was dear 2 them

What they search for will never be found

Because it doesn’t exist in the hearts of men

Longing for a love who will always be true

Longing for a life that wont turn bad

Longing for the day, that I spent with you

Wishing for the times that you and I had.