Life

Things would be so much easier if you just didnt care,
That hollow ache of regret,
That constant fear of failure,
And that longing for something,
That you know you will never have,
Would all cease to exist.

The numbing ache of losing your best friend,
The silent tears of self hatred,
The confusion of not knowing,
Not knowing where to go,
Who to turn to,
Would all wash away.

You wouldnt miss the moments that you forget to live,
Feel upset by the frequent disappointments in life,
You wouldnt apologize for all the things you forgot to say,
Or apologize for all the times you spoke too often,
Things would be so much simpler if these emotions forgot to exist.

Is life meant to be a constant game,
Of pain and falling and crashing?
Is life meant to be made whole,
By those brief moments of happiness?
Is life about that tear,
Masked by that perfect smile?

Is it enough to love, to hurt, to break and to learn?