Who am I and why does it hurt so much?
The pain inside I can’t reach.
Tears seem to bring some relief,
as they slip out without me consent.
Why are my thoughts, black?
My imagination dark and lifeless.
With no color to shade a smile on my face.
Why do I feel?
What was God’s plan?
For me to live in pain and relive every mess I have ever made?
Why does the dark embrace me?
And why does death evade me?
I want her so much.
Why does gloom over shadow my smile?
Why do I exist?