The daily stress and heart ache of life. |
I try so hard, to do so well. My work is invisible, and my face unseen I cry this night tears of frustration, sadness, and pain. My soul is missing, and I'm afraid it might be dead forever. The one thing that understands most, my one friend I could talk to -- tell my secrets without fear to ... Is gone. Gone by the hand of yet another enemy in my life. I hate it, hate it all. it's not fair, I work too hard too hard to deserve these punishments I'm forced to put up with. Sometimes I let it be known how I feel, only to be misunderstood, and live yet again in my world, devoid of justice. Where is my turn? My turn to be rewarded? I see those around me -- good things happen to them. What about me? Can't I get some good luck? I'll never let someone so close to me, Leaving with a shattered illusion friendship. The world has a shoulder, and it's showing it to me. I wish I could be the best, and be recognized as such. I'm never good enough, smart enough fast enough equal enough ... I can't express myself how I want to. People always confuse what I'm saying. I make it oh so clear, yet the miscommunication is there. Or lack of communication. I wish people would listen to me when I speak Or write. I write for reasons. I write when I'm bothered. I write, asking for help. Never receiving. I think the world would end before I am helped. So many problems, just make it all stop. I can live like this no longer So I die on the inside and exist until tomorrow. |