Heartbroken over something impossible, fearing and terrified,
Of what could happen,
Wishing for the end to come sooner,
For everyone around,
Can be a fake,
A smile that has been chiseled upon my face,
Will clearly not want to fall or feel,
The loss of words from the past,
Still in my mind is the thoughts that haunt,
Dose my family love me,
Do my friends truly stand by me,
Do he like me,
Does he hate me,
Do people realize who the real me is,
Is there a reason to my life,
Is all of this a game no one wins,
Is there anything other than this life,
Dose beauty exist everywhere,
Do I have meaning,
Should I just end it all,
Can my thoughts not haunt me,
Why do I exist,
Do I have to change,
Do I except what I have and be happy with it,
Why do I feel so alone,
So sad and depressed,
Why do I fake my emotions,
Will the smiling mask fall off,
Is there no end to all of this,
Why is the universe so big,
Yet we think so little minded,
Will I ever survive any of this,
Will I parish and die,
Will there ever be peace,
So many thoughts that bounce around,
Yet so few will ever understand.
