GRAY-By Me (Emily) and layla

Life these days
Makes you so gray
With clouds over your head
And tears down your cheeks.

There are very few days
When you wake up and say
“Oh lord what an awesome day.”
Usually you wake up and feel so
Gray,
So dead, so much of
Sorrow and unwillingness
To make it through each day
With a smile on your face.

How long will it be
Before you take off the mask?
Don’t you love to hide yourself
Then evil questions won’t be asked.

On the outside you might be smiling
But inside, do you find yourself crying?
Sinking down into your sorrow
Wishing you didn’t have to see tomorrow.

I often find myself alone and crying
And feeling like I was mentally dying.
As I sit wish that my days can end faster
And that I can master the
Ways to cope with
All this god damn pain.
Oh god tell me a way to number
My days, and tell me
Ways to make me not so
Gray.
So here is a prayer to you dear lord.

~”Lord. Dear lord, I have suffered
Many things in my life and you are
Still throwing such horrid things
At me, so give me a way to
Heal the pain,
Or a way to number my days.
Oh dear lord please answer my prayer,
Well I am going now
And I am awaiting your answers,
Amen.”~

But why should the lord listen to me?
If all this time I’ve been ignored.
He can’t do a thing now,
No one will stop me
Its time to seal my own fate
Without his opinion at stake.

Hopefully soon I shall know
If my fate is to end soon
Because no longer do I want to stay
Feeling so alone, hurt and
Gray.