To the question why,
I fall to my knees,
And Beg to die,
Death is much better,
Than living my days,
Crawling through the darkness,
Of an endless maze,
I sit here and think
As I let out a sigh,
Where is the truth?
I'm living a lie,
I've tried so hard,
For so very long,
But no matter what,
Something always goes wrong,
Life is so painful,
So full of sorrow,
Each day I think,
I don't want to see tomorrow,
But tomorrow still comes,
Though I beg it, not again,
But after the stuggle,
It always wins,
Tomorrow I fear,
Today I hate,
The night is my sanctuary,
So cold dark and late,
I'm all alone,
Safe from the pain,
Then I realize I'm alone,
And the pain starts again,
Maybe being alone,
Is what I can't stand,
No love to feel,
From the touch of a hand
Or the warmth of a hug,
Or the grace of a kiss,
I think that it's love,
That I truly do miss,
Although how I miss it,
Is hard for me to see,
Because how can you miss,
What you've never felt or seen?
Written by BleedingScarOfRejection
STILL IN PROGRESS
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