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.
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.
What do you have to say?
That can change the minds of few.
Nothing the few minds have already been change.
They just were not change by you.
Hope lives in the fear of happy, but sorrow lives with the sad.
Is this better or are you bitter?
You just need to do better.