A poem for Damon Salvatore

You are a killer

but I don't mind

If you had killed me

I would have understood.

Behind all that act you are playing

I can see the anger playing in your soul

behind hides the suffer

you don't want to show.

You are too dangerous to be weak

too big to fall and be destroyed

but after all you do I still can see

that deep inside you aren' the one pretending to be.

Why does no one love me?

May be the question you ask

As much as it hurts me to say this

But you're wrong..

I love and even more would do

if you'd just let your role fall

and be the one I miss

You maybe killed

You maybe destroyed

but everyone , including you, deserves a chance

I'm not perfect so are you,

but seeing  what you do

because you are too scared to cry

makes the sacred red

even harder to flow..

What turns raindrops to teardrops? Or even blood-drops? Do you have an answer to say? Or a question to ask? No.
It's because most of us don't care... and THAT is what turns them into tears..
But what turns them into blood is not the blood that flows when someone dies... it's the blood of the truth everyone ignores.  You'll think that I'm stupid. Well... okai yeah I am! But if I'm stupid more people should be stupid! Or maybe Frikkin stupid!!! With a capital F!!!
When truth bleeds it means that Lies are just being used too often.
 The lie of being "okay".
The lie of that most of the people in the world are "okay".
Well "okay" is a pretty frikkin Stupid wird. ( Notice this time the S is capital ;) )
Maybe we should all be stupid..