Feelings

Every day when I wake up I feel ashamed my time isn't over Every night when I go to sleep I hope I never wake up Every conversation I have I pray to end soon Except the ones I have with you The ones where we laugh and smile Make it feel like it may be worthwhile But alas once your gone So is my joy, stuck to you Although it may seem like a waste I pray my life ends with haste Even as our struggles grow I find it harder to withstand each blow The people say it's not that bad They point, laugh, and call me mad Each word cuts into me, like a thorn They make me wish, and beg for a quick death But they float away, like a lost breath A forgotten wind being carried away My pain seems to grow each day Maybe I will fade away But I remain in this place Though I've fallen from grace