Each day I try,
To stay alive.
Its not hard to see,
That we are breathing.
And alive,
A way of life.
Thoughts of being,
A life is being alive.
No more fear,
No more hate,
No regrets.
I shouldn't cry,
I'd like to die.
I am alive.
More insanity,
Each day I try.
I want to be,
Each day I die.
One more chance,
To be free.
I can decide,
Who I was meant to be.
I can see,
I have a destiny.
No more worries,
No more disease.
I cry myself to sleep,
Needing to be something.
Each day I cry,
My hurtfulness advancing.
There is no time,
Nothing is what it seems.
Each day I fly,
Each day is a memory.
There is no shame in poverty.
Can I be denied?
The right for liberty.
It is not implied.
God would cry,
If he knew why,
I cried.
And why I lied.
Into the air I choke.
Into the Earth I lie.
Into God I broke.
Into flames I comply.
I stand up and confess,
Give up hope,
Because of no success,
I must cope.