• Happiness is hard found, without a life to live in. This world I know is spinning round to fast to ever catch up. People loose too much to cope, to many friends, and to many hopes. Where am I to go? Where will I be? What am I supposed to be? When I cant see through this darkness blinding me with no sight. Theese teardrops I cry never shall be read, if noone hears them fall, if noone hears my voice.

    Life is not fine. I just go through the motions, trying to please everyone but me, trying to make it through the day. Hating the way its heading, but fearing an inevitable death. But how would they know? Why would they care if they cant see or hear me breathe.

    I walk in theese hallways so barren to me. I hear theese voices with empty laughs. All they want is the same thing to be noticed and loved by somebody, oh even if it only lasts a day. No matter what price they have to pay. No matter how far it really takes them. And I might be one of theese people, if I had ever esperienced love. But all I do is sit and cry hiding my emotions so deep. Hoping noone can see the weakness inside of me. Eeveryone says you'll always be fine after you bleed, but when will the bleeding cease.

    Life is not fine. I just go through the motions, trying to please everyone but me, trying to make it through the day. Hating the way its heading, but fearing an inevitable death. But how would they know? Why would they care if they cant see or hear me breathe.

    With every beat of my heart, with every moment stop to strart I try and I try. It never seems to work every time I try to be happy. Cause inside me that little girl looms, so sad and hurt and so wounded. But her fire burns, driving me to push through everything. To cope all on my own. I hop noone will find me here, curled into a ball weeping out my guts. I hope they wont see the weakness I bring in my eyes as I leave. But oh its so hard to breathe when your weepin wishin everything would just turnout fine.

    Life is not fine. I just go through the motions, trying to please everyone but me, trying to make it through the day. Hating the way its heading, but fearing an inevitable death. But how would they know? Why would they care if they cant see or hear me breathe.

    But how would they know? Why would they care...... If they cant see or hear me breathe.