There is so mush about life that we will never...
Only a select few that will and maybe at best not...

Why does it feel like I'm all alone seems like all...
have done all the bad i have done all the hurt...

Why is it that when I finally found that person...
I go and mess it up...

So much anger so much rage
So much hated contained in me...

Happiness is a joke
Pain is reality...