Life - it is such.

Life isnt a bed of roses
Or a path of thorns
Its so much more
Its a lull
A void, devoid
Its puzzling 
The pain isnt the prick
Its the indifference with which it treats you
Like a non concerned lover
Like an unloved romantic
Life is love, ignored
A failed relation, in struggle
It isnt a bed of roses
Or a path of thorns