God, i hate this wretched feeling,
When i'm staring at the ceiling,
I've cried so many tears,
Over these past years,
And even when i'm angry they come,
Laced in sadness are some,
Sadness that somethings may never change,
That something i loved could become so strange,
Times you make me feel ill with envious rage,
It snatches me up and locks me in a cage,
I can't do that anymore,
Live a life licking each sore,
Wounds that seem to never heal,
Wondering what it is you really feel,
When you look at these pain filled eyes,
To you, should it be a surprise,
Wouldn't you know i would feel this way,
Or did i seem normal through every day,
Walking this life feeling so alone at times,
Nothing seemed just sentence for these crimes,
So i've shoved it all down into the deepths of me,
Making me a darker person to some degree,
I'd rather never speak of them again,
Never look back to remember when,
But the good times, those i will never forget,
So no my dear, you shouldn't fret,
It is all to be remedied somehow,
Even if later, but not now.
