It feels so dark, when you come to realize there is little light.
Those you would trust so deeply, they are the ones who hurt you most.
That helping hand?
It doesn't do anything but push you down.
Why should we believe in others when there is only pain?
Because we are the fools.
We are the ignorant ones.
We are the ones at fault.
But is that true?
Is this reality?
Or is the light pretending to be bright?