Disturbed

Rest out the worries,
Of the day.
I know you want,
To do Something.
Your made relations,
Killing you.
More than a hurt,
Of a fact.
Do they really care,
For everytime,
You love them.

Are your relations,
Fact or Fiction?
Or a Witchspell,
On lines of your hand.
Do they really care?
Or Depleting like,
The innocence of life?

Creating the meaning of life,
Or searching the meaning of life?
So just rest out the pain,
Feel free to swim,
In the trees of light !