When will,
My heart stop aching?
It's throbbing, sobbing.
A piece of horror in the making.
Why don't you care to ask,
why I'm down, or feeling blue.
Are you scared to ask because
Maybe it's to blame on you?
I'm sick and tired,
I've given up.
All I'm good for,
Is being tough.
I can't find purpose,
There isn't a cause.
It's just an emotion,
That won't ever pause.
I've lost all sense,
Of being happy.
Just to smile,
I feel too crappy.
But yet there's always a smile,
On my face, broad and plain.
No one else deserves,
To feel this pain.
Twisted and sick,
My mind lay at rest.
There isn't a point,
It's all just a mess.
To clear it up,
It's just to hard.
When I look at my life,
I wish I was dealt some different cards.
The past is stone,
And the future's right there.
But how can I know,
How can I dare?
They say it get better,
That really it does.
But can I believe them,
When it keeps getting worse?
My dreams are shattered,
My hopes are in ruins.
Everything I know, is all I tatters,
My future is doomed.
But sometimes I find,
A bit of happiness in life.
A few good things,
That'll have to suffice.
For now, I am me,
And I fighting for sure,
I mean certainly,
There's always a cure.
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