Broken Hearted Life and Soul

Stricken by the undesirable pain I feel constantly in my soul; Only worsened by the cold rain, Causing me to second guess my god given role. If magic is real where is it currently The healing I could've inhabited sooner; Why hasn't it helped my heart searching blindly, For love that will support me when I'm older. All my bitter nights are cold due to my tears Scattered all over my soft stitched pillowcase; And as the red dawn draws near, It'll just be another difficult day to face. Magic can really be useful in my situation Something that can help me get this through; Having something there to control my emotions, So I can actually experience the me I once was and knew.