My world is dark,
my world is cold,
pain never relinquishing its hold.
Its bitter,
lifes full of sorrow.
The people just snicker.
Perhaps Ill feel better tomorrow.
A broken soul.
In my heart there is a hole.
This is my rage,
that I stole.
Misunderstood,
a creature of my own devises.
Trying to do what I should.
life in a crisis.