Why?
Does it always have to hurt?
The pain, always to be felt.
Buried deep beneath the veins,
The stinging tears,
That's settled at the edge of my oculus.

It always fluctuating.
Sometimes am breaking,
Other times I feel so good.
But the pain seems to be surpassing the happiness.
Tried to be a happy human,
But traumas never let me escape their sight.
Binding me to the ground.

Now I'm laying in the cold hands of pain.
The coldness seeping into my bones.
Staring deep at the white ceiling,
Wishing I had never been on earth.
Because I can't seem to find my purpose of living.
My presence adds nor reduce nothing to the earth.

For the day, I'll leave,
Mama don't cry.
For your cries would...