Is there a chance,
To douse all my tears,
To show all my friends,
My doubts and my fears,

Is there a chance,
That they will all care,
Or will they just call,
Say, "life is not fair",

Is there a chance,
Of a life of pain,
Will I resent to,
All of their disdain,

Is there a reason,
To cherish my life,
When all that I feel,
Is anger and strife.