• Your life is a mess,
    A terrible wreck.
    Your history kills you,
    Like a break of the neck.

    Outside you look fine,
    But inside you're bleeding.
    Your thoughts are tormenting,
    Your hearts barely beating.

    Try to fix your problems,
    But all attempts are no good.
    Why can't they just stop,
    And end like they should?

    But you know that won't happen,
    That's not how life works.
    You must suffer the problems
    No matter how much it hurts.

    So just sit and be lonely,
    And cry yourself to sleep.
    Eventually this will end,
    And no longer you'll weep.

    But until that time comes,
    Just let the tears flow.
    And wander off endlessly
    'Till there is nowhere to go.