Untilted V Poem by Victor Osorio

Theres one thing I could do nothing about
I want to remember her
In her heart, I'm not allowed
In my mind, Pain will feed my heart
So I start to shout
Theres one thing I could do nothing about
Do I say good bye, call it a night
Still not sure what I'm after
Maybe I wasn't meant to have this life
Maybe still, only now, rested in dreams
For the millions that are just like me
Living day by day, unsure and not knowing why?
Our search gets us nowhere
False hope is only a thought
Happiness is never there
Our soul could be sold and bought
We all look for different things
But when we finally die
Do we really get our wings? ? ? ?