All this pain inside
All this emptiness in my mind
This horrible feeling deep inside
Waiting to explode from the inside out
Waiting to scream out loud
Waiting to lifted from this nightmare
This shitty thing we call a life
What is it really?
This pain we feel
This heart ache we endear
Does it really make us who we are?
Does it make us stronger?
Or does it really just break us inside?
Why do we love?
Why do we cry?
Why do we do this to our selves?
Why do we always say it's our fault when it happens to us?
When the one we love tells us some stupid story about why their leaving us and then we blame our selves why?
Why must we go through this?
Why must we be put through this crap?
