I look up and ask; why me?
seeing the things that i could not be,
wishing it were easy,
my dreams and hopes have run off the cliff,
looking back; asking what if?
why?why?why?
what else could i...?
why didn't i...?
i need to go back in time,
reverse my fate,
attempt to ease my mind,
pushing aside the hate,
if things were only different,
then someone else could stand in this place,
and deal with what i have to face,
...it was only an accident,
something not done intentionally,
they tell me the pain will subside eventually,
but no one really knows,
things never work as their supposed to go,
i hate my life,
i wish i were dead,
at least then all my feelings would end,
I'm no good to anyone now,
guess i never was any how,
why?why?why?
i have so much rage,
god how i wish things could change,
my life is not over; but it might as well be,
i suffer continuously in a dark, grim, hopeless reality.
