Sometimes I close my eyes
hoping all the pain and suffering is a dream,
for reality is too difficult to face.
When I open them again, to my dismay,
everything is still there.
All the emotions, scars, blood, and pain still sit there,
mocking me.
They all say things will get better one day.
Well when will that one day come?
When will I get a break from this horrible agony?
They tell me they'll hurt me if I hurt myself.
Well too late for that.
When will the pain ever end?
When can I finally be happy again?
It won't matter anymore,
for now I am dead.
