The Struggle

At times I feel so empty inside. I've run out of places to hide. I have for sure lost my pride. And I can only sleep with my eyes open wide. Can't keep track of all the tears I've cried. No matter what, at least I tried. All the emptiness has made me loose my way. I'm at a loss of words to say. My heart has been broken and taken away. I have no strength to get through another day. Too much I've seen. So many things I've said that I really don't mean. To get out of my past, I must come clean. I'm traveling on a maze. I wish I knew how to change my ways. I have lost hope for better days. But anyways, Maybe I just had a bunch of bad luck. Or maybe I was chosen to be the ugly duck. Sometimes I am just stuck. But so far I haven't given up. I know I have to be tough, I have made through the rough stuff, But finally I am at the point where I have had enough. Please don't think that I am your friend One day life will come to an end. I deserve more then what I've had. I so tired of always being sad or mad. I am picking a different card. And going to walk in another yard. Before I end up falling hard.