Well, my life sucks right now. I am starting to wonder if anything is worth living for. But yeah, this poem is to a girl i used to know...we don't talk anymore and this poem explains why. We see what call hipocrisy In our hearts nad fake tranquility We are trapped in our own paradox Trapped inside my coffin box This love is what's killing us off Is rises up our hearts whenever we cough These thoughts are way too thin Love dies before we begin Our lives are never what they seem to be Through our fogged eyes, we wish to see The harshness of our forgivings lips And the screen between our lost relationships What is this unknown curse? The one that we brought about first What happen love comes form only one of us? And one of the links broken was trust.