Why am I not aloud a life?
What lesson did I not learn?
Which direction did I not turn?
I live in an empty world
With little to nought to go on
And nothing inside to shine on
Only a mask that I must wear
So that I can pretend
That my hope is not at it's end.
The only things that are real,
Are those that make misery.
Is there no way to break free?
Did i ask too much?
I never wanted a lot?
Nothing is all I've got.
