The pain in my body
matches the pain in my soul
I'm up one day but down the next
at the verge of losing control
How can anyone really know me
when I don't even know myself
I know I was made for more
than just to sit upon a shelf
Long nights of loneliness
working things out in my head
Searching for where I belong
hope to find it before I'm dead
How can I feel so empty
when my life seems so full
The days when I truly feel loved
are the exception not the rule
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