• Neverending

    Life is hard and rough.
    You can have good days and bad.
    Death and Sorrow,
    Not haveing a single tear to spear.
    People push you aside like no one cares.
    Haveing your heart Broken in more ways then one.
    I just begun
    To tell the truth of life
    It is like looking at theat dimlight
    That light that is far away
    Haveing you sourronded in darkness and fear
    Then when things FINNALLY get good,
    When everything is in you reach,
    To grasp in you hands.
    You lose your grip and fall.
    Neverending Darkness surronds you again.