Wrong;
If you think,
I am strong,
You are very,
Very wrong.
I sit here,
Silently and listen.
Soon my eyes,
Start to glisten.
Tears start to stream,
Right down my face,
As I think,
Of a better place.
When people say,
They can't go on,
I think of all,
The things gone wrong.
All the failed attempts,
The tears I've cried,
The sleepless nights,
Everything I have denied.
For the better,
Or for the worse.
All I know,
Is that hurts.
Why does it have,
To be this way?
Will anything,
Ever change?
One of these days,
We'll all look back,
And see right through,
All the cracks.
Only the good,
Will come our way.
Every week,
Holds perfect days.
Every night,
I'm silently dreaming,
Of my past,
And all the beatings.
It's nice to know,
All thats gone.
But then I realize,
I'm all wrong..
