Sitting here, crying in front of this screen
I wonder how life has to be so mean.
It used to be good, or so I thought
, but things turned around, and all I've been taught
has been pushed out a window as though never there.
Thinking about it all makes me shead this tear.
It's a never ending battle, for what? I'm not sure,
But every day I've been alive my heart has been tore.
Ripped into pieces, thrown and stomped on the ground,
Through my 18 years, hatred is all I've found.
It's all I've been shown, it's all I've ever seen
I wish I had known life would be all this mean.
If I had known I could have avoided being scarred
But instead I live my life with the feeling of being barred
I'm scared to let go of whatevers got me.
Maybe one day my thoughts can go free.
Here's a warning to you all, and maybe myself as well,
Here in this life,to get to happiness you must go through hell.
You might already know this, but to me it's all new
Do my feelings match up with any of you??
Please if they do, just let me know
So I know I'm not alone and I can finally let go.

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