Intelligence?

I wish the sun wouldn't shine so radiant,
                    It penetrates my skin
Or that I didn't hav to breath all the time
                    The air feels so stale
If i could just froget.
That the stars wouldnt be so bright
                    It fills me with jealousy
With complete solitude, so little known,  not well apretiated and yet they shine Unconitionaly for many eternities
Seeing the same story of every human being.
                                                                                  We live to become the dead

They seem so pure and so gentle, even after all they have seen, their private battles.
And me, I have lived not even enough to be considered independable, I feel like I have Suffered so greatly.
But in my conscience I know it is a lie
                                                    It's                      -BULLSHIT

Truth be told, I may not even know what the meaning of suffering is
But has that ever mattered to anyone?
Perhaps a broken heart is nothing compared to the pain of others
Or has it ever even been broken? Am I worthy of saying it has?
              Nonsence, Of course I am not
I know nothing, I am one, I am stupdity itself.
                                                         
        From all I have heard, ignorance is all I have learned

                  From my deepest sorrows I have learned to cry
                                                     
                            From my loudest moments I have learned to be silent

                                      From my darkest struggles I have learned to be strong

                            From my deepest obsessions I have learned to let go

                    From time I have learned to age
                        -LIAR
          From reflection I have learned vanity

About life? I know nothing.

About love? That I am not even sure I  know the meaning

With a dictionary on my hand I wouldn't understand the meaning
The love I have felt is not happiness, that was a lie
Nothing but treterous memories that peal away my skin
An aching sensations. so irritating,
                                                     




                                          Cupid has no mercy
Neither do I on myself.