My Soul Can Be Free.

Not much to this no more.
Its been so confusing,
so hectic.
But I know all awhile,
Blood is pouring.

I'm not sure I can go on anymore.
Love was lie but I'm still searching...

Maybe I should give up already.
Who am I?

...Who am I?

I want to know.
If I can ever be loved.
Because this pain, this hurt.
Its getting too much.

I'm on the brink, I can't see anything.
Theres no point, no reason.
I want to know why I should be here.

So dull, days have gone gray.
It could be worse, it could be more hurtful.

But I never stop hurting.
Will anyone ever,
Ever, ever try to give me chance?

Its like a process of perfection.
I gained friends, I'm trying to get my work done.
Now all I need is love.

I want to know,
I just want to know.

If doing so, finding love.
Will take everything I've ever felt.

The pain, the tears,the blood....

Just heal it all away.
And my soul can be free.