Life

What is life? Are we all little puppets: attatched to strings, being controlled by someone above whom we don't know-or isn't real, for we don't know? Yet, in a life filled in with so much hatered, some would rather die than live? How much hate can someone inflict upon you that you want to die? Or better yet, why would some person wish to inflict so much hate upon someone? For some cannot be thereselves with out the fear of being bullied. Some live behind a locked closet door, through which the have to put a poker face on  everyday and have to bluff to their own family, so they are 'accepted?' Those of us killing why-how is your heart filled up to the brim with evil and hate? We all have the same color blood: red. All of us originate from the same place: our mother. So, why is it that you wish to kill him or her why is it  because of race, sexuality, for I don;t know, but to me this is a sick world for some to kill there brothers and sisters. What is life? Is this life? If this os life, what hell-bound dystopian future are all of us headed for? How could we let the precious gift of life on tis planet slip away so high in the air we can no longer catch it? Remember, at the end of our odyssey on this planet, we are all headed directly for heaven, or the other way.

Is this life?