My dreams are gone.
My hopes are no more.
I have nothing to give and nothing to receive.
What else is there for me to do?
The life I wanted is not the one I am given.
I have lost the strength to fight another day.
All I want to be alone.
I know this will pass and that it never rains all the time.
Right now, I am just soaking wet and do not know when I will get dry.
This hurts deep, and the cut will might not heal.
All the hard work out the door and gone.
Now I must sit is in this regret.
I know this is one time thing, but this has been far too long.
The sun will come out, I just do not think it will tomorrow.
Misconception 