I wake up in the morning
Dreading the day already.
Yet I know I have to move on
And always keep my pace steady.
Going to school every morning
I always seem to dread,
Thinking about the past
And what my brother had said.
He clearly doesn't see
How depressed his words make me feel
Because if he did, I know he would stop.
Only then, Could I start to heal.
Sometimes I just want to crawl in a hole,
Smother myself in dirt
So what I feel would be gone,
All the pain and hurt.
In my world
Peace and harmony will never be
And the pain and hurt I feel
Is something no one will ever see.
I always hide my feelings
Until I can be alone
Then, without warning, all comes bursting out
That's when my feelings are shown.
I know somewhere there are others
Who have the same feelings as I
God help those lonely people...
God helps them to survive.
