Going Round In Circles
I am so tired
Sick of all the questions being fired.
My head wants to go pop
I'm begging for it all to stop.
I dream of dying
I hate crying.
At times I want my life to end
A broken heart is difficult to mend.
I keep things bottled up inside
Although some emotions are difficult to hide.
Why am I so scared?
They say a problem halved, is one that's shared.
I don't know what to say
Just wish it would all go away.
Maybe it's just meant to be?
That everyone eventually abandons me.
I have really tried
But there are so many people ...
Lost And Found
Dad, you'll always be my herro
You could never amount to zero.
You may not have always been there
But that doesn't mean that you didn't care.
You may have been the one that left
And to which you have no regret.
I know there's things that you find hard
But my love for you will never be barred.