I cry at night
Knowing that I may be unwanted
My pillow, tears have fallen down on.
“I’m sorry,” I tell my pillow.
“I can not control what and how I feel.”
I wake up every morning,
Trying to put a smile on my face.
“Have a great day,” I tell myself.
The day goes by, I’m having fun
But somehow everything is just wrong.
I try hard every day to pick up the pieces,
That others have put damage on me.
I can not bear this any longer,
When will I stop being nice
And take action for what’s happening?
My heart, broken into million pieces,
Shattered by the many that have used me
And took me for granted.
When will it repair?
I do not know.
I feel the weight on my shoulders,
It’s way too much for me.
It’s weighing me down,
Minute by minute.
And it’s never stopping
Until the day I reach my limit.
“When is that day?” I tell myself.
But somehow I have no answer.
I hope that one day, someday
I’ll finally be happy.
That I’ll finally be worth it,
To someone who actually
Gives a damn about me.
And I’ll wait for that day
For as long as I can.