In dismay am i,
to hate the meaning of life.
While I'm searching for my strife.
to hate every beautiful day,
while i sit here and say how should i go on and live?
pondering on and on of who i am,
where I've come from and who I've been.
Is it really me or does it just seem to me that i just don't care this time.
I lye awake wondering why,
why I'm here why don't i just die?
what is it that keeps me here,
is it my life or is it just fear.
Or maybe its a hope that one day i can survive and make the most of this life which i can't be in denial.
In dismay am i, finding a way to survive.
