Earth

Physically I'm here.
Mentally I'm in a better place.
A plce where everyone lives eternally,
Where nothing goes wrong.
There is always a happy ending to the story.
No one gets hurt.
In this place,
No one is forgotten, or ignored.
There is peace.
Peace that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Very little can destroy this utopia.
But when something does,
It becomes dark,
Dark with angry and rage.
It drags everything down with it.
It becomes your enemy.
You want to get away from it,
You want out,
But you can't.
It holds you,
With its claw-bearing hand that its destroyer gave it.
As you fight, the grip tightens,
Taking your breath away.
Slowly you die inside,
Nothing matters once your soul has lost its motivation.
This destruction perplexes you,
You thought it was your heaven on earth,
But instead,
It was the illusion you created of the world.
It's what you wished the world was.
You realize there's nothing you can do to change it.
It's fate.
We all live, and we all die.
Look at things as they really are,
Instead of how you wish they could be.
Take the mask off of the world and take it for what it really is.
It's not heaven,
It's not hell,
It's somewhere inbetween.
It's reality.