My Suffering

I sometimes cry in my sleep because I'm so sad, Wishing deep inside that my soul was pure instead of bad. I've done things in my life that has caused others pain, Because I am so selfish and horribly vain. I am trying to change the person I have become, But with each day that passes I begin to feel undone. No where in my book of life did it say each day would be great, But all I feel is misery so much hate Every night when put my head on my pillow and try to sleep in my bed, I pray to the God's above that tonight my suffering will end and I will be dead. But the morning comes and I feel the sun on my face, Another day passes that I want to erase. I have realized that my suffering is what I must feel each day, For I have caused so much pain, there is nothing left to say.