Cry

Written by: Michael Dom

GOD! 
WHAT AM I?
What Am I?  what am i?…

I am less than I hoped to be
 Not, what I dreamed to be.

I am
Perfectly flawed
And framed in pain.

I have wasted my flesh
Chasing rashly, fantasies
I wished to posses

Torment is my brother
And loneliness
My closest friend

I am sinking 
Deeper and deeper
Near the end

END!

I Want It To End.
The torture,
God! Let it end, let it end…
How long, how long, …

How long will it go on 
And it was wrong
So very wrong
Again and again and again.

I am, I am
Perfectly flawed
And framed in pain.