I climb out onto my roof and sit to stare at the stars,
i cant help but notice all these bruises, cuts and scars,
they might not be exterior,
but they make me feel inferior,
i count the stars and look at the moon,
i sit and wonder, "will this all end soon?"
i think its time that i should finally be happy,
but the tangles in my life seem to be too nappy,
i cant seem to work things out,
living life to the fullest is what I'm all about,
but how can you live life, feeling the way i do?
you know these feelings aren't old, but relatively new.
looking at the stars, seems to take my pain away,
i bow my head and seem to pray,
all Ive done seems to be useless,
all my life i seem to be clueless,
so i pray for the answers to my riddles and rhymes,
for someone to come help me through these difficult times,
