I lay my head on a pillow stained with tears.
Nobody knows that I've felt like this for years.
I lie awake in a darkened room.
The thoughts in my head are of gloom.
Sad music plays to sooth my pain.
My sobs are drowned out by rain.
I feel so alone, empty and unloved.
It makes me doubt there is a god up above.
Why the pain and the sorrow if I feel the same way tomorrow?
They say it will get better and I know they're right.
But why can't it just get better tonight?
Why must I suffer every hour of every day and then be pushed around in every way?
What should I do? What should I say? It doesn't matter. Nobody would listen. It's my fault and I should pay.
I was never good enough so I deserve to hurt.
Or do I? Is this my fault? Or is it your's? But it doesn't matter anyhow. As the tears dry, I feel better now.
Slowly my eyes start to shut.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, but I think not.
