My fingers tremble
my voice quivers
my stomach unsettled
as my spine shivers
no more anger, but still pain
no more storm, but still rain
it looks like I'm happy, but its all fake
inside I'm hurting,
I don’t know how much more I can take
i've tried to be strong
but i've been growing weak for so long
I just cant handle it
I cant hold in anymore shit
i'm gonna burst
and I have this thirst
for something to happen
something new,
something great,
something that will make me happy
something to sub do my hate
but all I need are my friends
they care about me, and end my mourning
they are the reason that I wake up in the morning
