I sit scared and alone in this painful world that has no remorse,
I have nothing left but my thoughts that keep taking me off course.
There is nothing compared to the pain I endure, day in and day out,
I can't find what it is, I don't even know what my life is about.
The countless days I think of ending my tragic fate,
Is nothing compared to the crying that I produce when its late.
No one will ever undergo the same sad story that is mine,
Nothing to do about it but let myself burn and feed it with time.
With age comes death, and with ...