i listen to other but no listen to me,
i fight my demons and fight theirs too,
i cry and scream,
where my treatment ,
my brain wipe of clarity ,
were is cry section with ice cream and chocolate,
wheres my shoulder to cry,
i keep my head high so i look fine,
but i am made of shattered dreams broken hearts ,
i cry my self to sleep when no ones around i cry in my corner,
this is my life people say it get better but it a crock of dog **,
if i could i would be happy,
not crying to my self with no one to care