Why must it be so hard?
I lay awake and cry
I refuse to cut, that’s something I wont do.
Why must my tears be crimson stained?
Why must my heart yearn for someone I can’t have?
Why must life push and pull me in different directions?
Here I sit with all thoughts but no way to put pen to paper,
Ask me any other day and I would want to die,
Today just so different, I want more,
Out of life, out of love,
None of which will happen.
My life will be over before I know it and with nothing to be proud of, what will happen?
Where will I go?
My life is empty,
My heart is broken but continues to beat.
