Late one night,
I just couldn't sleep
 For I was too busy,
With a silent weep
 Many a tears,
Upon my pillow I shed
 As I lie in darkness,
Upon my bed
 There's just so much wrong,
With the world today
 If this is all it offers,
Then why stay
 There's to much pain,
Hurt and tears
 Steadily growing,
Over the years
 I cry because it hurts,
I cry because I care
 I cry for many reasons,
And emptiness that's there
 No one to talk to,
No one to understand
 No one knows,
What's dealt into my hand
 The pain I go through,
Is just a hidden joke
 "Your life is perfect,"
Are the words that are spoke
 Because no one knows,
That this isn't the first time
 I've cried myself to sleep,
Over this life that's mine.


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