Answer:
What is the middle of water but is not an island?
I am the thing which everyone has, I consider myself Beautiful and Full of Joy, But the way I am treated Boy O Boy. I am mostly there but no one notices me, I try to prove my worth but nobodyโs there to see. They say I Suck, that I resemble Hell, But when I am about to go then it rings their Bell. Some consider me terrible and Hard, But when I am lost they send their Regard. Many donโt realize Iโll not be there Forever, That I will return Never. But itโs already too late to say goodbyes When I flash before their eyes.
It is a gruesome form of betray.
I have joy in bringing two together, but darning my existence! My life hangs by a thread, filled with ups, downs and resistance!
What has a head yet it never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps, can run but can not walks, and has a bank but not a cent to its name?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?