How Does it Feel to Have a Life?
I hate waking up in the morning.
Because it's another day I suffer through,
More hours I have to cry through,
More tears that dry on my face,
For reasons that life goes at a slow pace.
I hate opening my eyes.
I wish all I could see is light.
I never asked for this life,
So, what's the point in this strife?
Why can't the hard stuff go away,
Come again some other day,
When I'm ready to fight,
For reasons why I have this life.
I can't draw my sword, if I don't have one
I don't want to fight,
I just want to live my life.
If I can't do that,
Then I want to die.
I want to greet my heavens,
With a pile full of questions,
Hopeful answers to them all,
But the world was only built so small.
Can't you help me,
The one looking above
Do you know what I'm thinking of?
I know you can hear me,
I know you can listen,
Why do we have voices inside our head?
I ask for help
that most people can't dare to do,
I hate waking my eyes
in the morning with tears.
I can't seem to face my day