I am physically tired of trying
Just trying to make something of life.
What is life in anyway?
Will I ever know ?

My veins pump in pain as my nails gnash so deep into my broken raw meat as it digs from heartache.

Who will hear my out cry...
Except me ?
I'm lost I'm my own world
Where only I exist
Where pain overrides
And where loneliness is KING.

I serve the god of brutal pain
That makes my memory a living hell

All I see
Is me

Everyday this will continue
In my mind
Though a smile
Will hide it all from the outside world

Known as:
LIFE