Tormented Core

In a fairytale world, life would be simple, and i wouldn't feel this pain
but instead of joy, i just feel hurt, hurt that will always maintain

so instead of a world full of love and bliss, i live in grief and gloom,
with no one to share my tacit words, so i live in a world of doom

Whom shall save me, from the demons that haunt, my poor tormented core
that is torn apart, by love and hate
that has hurt be so much before

no light at the end of the tunnel, no silver lining to be seen
just pure darkness in my heart, that has now and forever been