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.
Why do I hate me?
That is question that I should not ask.
It is a question that has no answer.
It is just the way that I am.
Me only in a world, that does not care.
Lately I fill like why I should.
This is not the life I want and not the one that wants me.
Trying to find a way in world that does not care if you do.
Then trying to please the one that claim to love you.
It becomes a situation that is no longer a job for you.
This becomes your life.
Another day I have awoken with a breath.
Another day I wish that would not be.
Trying to see the light, but I keep getting surrounded by the shadows.
Asking why are you keeping me?
Why can I not go to the land where my people are free?
Not hearing the answer that I want but hearing the answer that people think I need.
This is not my just because this is not a celebration.
This is years of heartache and pain.
Years of not living a life.
Years of worrying about the cause and effect from others.
To taking the pain you store to yourself.
My heart can no longer break.
I shattered it years ago a day I came to be.
Now it is no more and soon so will I.
I do not know what to say.
I just know what I feel.
A since of help but feeling full of drought.
Thinking about the rain, but somehow always feeling the sun.
My life is incomplete, but somehow it feels complete.
These are the times of our live, but it is also the end.