i'm lost in hopes of being found
but since i've never been freed
for the pain was no relief
and the sorrow held no real alert
that someday i would merely free my spirit
and prepare me for what is yet to come
but really no one is ready
for what would kill your dream
sp as we ho[e and pray
ther is no way to succeed
from what has happen i should be optijmistic
but being positive isn't going to help
it just increases the pain
because you're scared to cry for help
you say it will get better
but it heads for the worse
your pillow gets wetter
and every sentence filled with a curse
no hope f or a better day
no life in adream for a greater way
the light doesn't shine so bright
and the feeling never felt so right to cry in public
ask yourself who doesn't
those who hide etternally
behind emothion and uncertainty
close to what I'm hearing
is what I find, a lost person
with no structure or sense of time
cause hurt never felt so bad
and pain never felt so much worse
i could never escape even today on my birthday
from the abundance of the happiness hearse.


its supposed to be my 17th birthday and I cried eight times.