Trying to see the light, but it is too bright.
Trying to find the hope, but I just do not care.
Looking for love that others seem to share.
Not thinking about the present worrying about things that I did not do.
My tears are real, but to you they just do not hit the mark.
Why do I live in this much pain?
Why is it hard for me escape the things?
This is not what I want, but it is feeling like something that I deserve.
I have never been an angel, but the devil never met me.
I just want to go.
Go to a place that most would call home.
Maybe then I will get some rest and finally be at peace.