Sitting here alone
Can’t stand myself
I think and think
I wonder why?
Why am I alive?
Why was I given a second chance?
Why my attempts didn’t work?
I can’t stand my heart
I don’t understand why?
Why the pass affects me so much
Why I cry alone
Why I feel so alone
Why I’m hurting so much?
And I don’t understand the point
The point of living without her
The point of acting
Acting like I’m okay when i really wanna go
Far far away so no one knows
I’m hurt but what does that matter when hurt is the normal
I can’t show I’m not okay because I’m just a child anyway
I cry alone so I can’t be heard
I’m tuff I’m strong so no one knows
I laugh I play the day away the night comes and only god knows the hurt i feel when the clouds are clear the moon is out and all I feel is doubt
doubt in myself cause I know I’ll never get out
out this place of hurt and pain but what’s life with out pain I’m nothing at the end of the day all I am is a kid who can’t seem to make a way
I’m failing myself and my mother so who am I to speak on wanting more wanting more for my family wanting more for myself
at the moment I think it’s over then it starts again the rain and the thunder boom boom I’ll be near the moon soon…
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That’s sad I’m sorry you feel like that
It’s all good because it will be okay eventually
Some think that sorrow has no place in childhood but there are far too many instances of sadness in the early years of people.
Ive been trying to tell people that
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