What it is ...

It's a tragedy, it's a paradox..
It's so much mass confusion.
In memory of hopes and dreams,
A mere optical illusion.
It's a fantasy , it's a fairytale,
Make believe or just pretend.
It's the sudden realization,
That no one is your friend.
It's insanity , it's reality ,
It's a dream without no hope.
It's when you spent your whole life,
Wasting time and doing dope.
It's both a fear and longing ,
And a loneliness so deep.
You toss and turn all night in bed.
But you can't fall asleep.
It's the cold hard truth of liars,
Who say they're only teasing,
It's like what a bunch of bullshit,
Nothing happens for a reason.  
It's like scared to death but having fun,
Like a roller coaster ride.
It's like you succeed at failing but at least you know you tried.
It's violence and romance,
And a fire down in your soul.
It's knowing even tho it hurts,
You just can't let it go ..
It's the worse kind of addiction.
It's the pleasure thru the pain.
The anxiety, the depression ...
And the thought that your insane.
It's recovery and sobriety,
It's struggling everyday.  
It's living with your choices and
The high price we have to pay .
But such is life , that brings us death ,
We live ,we love , we hurt.  
Then in the end were in a box ,
6 feet below the dirt.