My dreams are doomed to live
up in a cloud.
Thoughts are a desert with
no chance of rain.
To be a perfect robot
I was proud.
So long as everyone else
had no pain.
Tell me why despair has
lasted this long.
Will I ever find a sense
of relief?
When can I stop pretending
to be strong?
Memories of a happy girl
bring much grief.
Please tell me all of this
pain will end soon.
I don't think I can take
it anymore.
Behind my eyes is a vast
place of doom.
Hope is a ship that can not
reach the shore.
I know I've done everything
I could.
I still hold onto hope for
something good
