Sometimes I wish someone else could feel my pain,
Just so they know how it feels to be going insane.
I’ve lived my life in misery & hurt,
Treated like nothing, walked on like dirt.
Lied to by everyone about every little thing,
I’m tired of dealing with the crap, forget the drama lies bring.
There’s no such thing as God, so what am I supposed to have faith in?
The lies? The truth? Or all of my little sins?
I have all this hatred and anger built up inside of me,
So much that my rage jumps out so quickly.
I can’t stop myself from feeling this hate,
So I guess suffering was my true fate.
How can I live the rest of my life feeling this way?
Knowing that I’m going to wake up in the morning to the same thing, just a different day.
I’m tired of trying just to feel like this,
I’m truly giving up; I guess I’m stuck in this abyss.