I'm sorry.
I only know pain, a pain that has lasted for two decades.
Happiness isn't part of me.
But sorrow is what I have blended with.

Jealousy feels heavy,
It's a fire that burns in my soul.
Anger is like part of my soul. It is etched in my soul.
They all feel heavy to carry them about.
But I've been carrying them for decades, so it now feels a bit lighter.

Every day cries,
Now my tears are dried.
Some days I want to cry and I cry a river.
Other days I want to cry...