Why must the joy I feel be taken away?
Left with emptiness in the pit of stomach, finding the strength to pray.
I feel so alone wherever I go.
No true home in my grasp, such a life I've grown to know.
I sometimes question my existence, wondering why am I even here.
Wiping tears away constantly, running away from what brings me fear.
Who even am I anymore? Why do I crave what I despise?
I'm truly not living this privilege called life, just existing but alive.
I hope before my time comes, I can see what happiness and stability brings.
I want to be the real me again before the angel sings.
