When is it my turn?

When is it my turn to smile?
When is it my turn for the pain to vanish?
When is it my turn to feel important?
When is it my turn?

I want my face to dry up,
I want my heart to stop bleeding within,
I want to stop dying.
I want to live to tell the tale.

I cant grasp myself up to any further extent.
My tears thump against the chocolate soil beneath me.
My hands quivering holding on to the earth,
My heart has plummet from my chest.

Ive fallen to the soil beneath me,
And at this point my tears trickle like a rampant river,
The current from my eyes to the earth,
Is like no other current youve ever seen before.

Ive misplaced all my strength
All I do is sit at this point my burden getting heavier
Falling into the bottomless chocolate soil beneath me
Trying to grasp myself up, apart from all I do is getting pushed further downward.

When is it my turn to smile?
When is it my turn for the throbbing to vanish?
When is it my turn to feel important?
When is it my turn?

My tears leaving my eyes like a raging river
My tears thumping against the chocolate soil beneath me
My heart has plummet from my chest
And Im bleeding to death.

Im dying within,
And no one can see it.
Im screaming for help
Im screaming trying to stop bleeding.

When is it my turn to smile?
When is it my turn to have my pain vanish?
When is it my turn to stop bleeding to death?
When is it my turn?