I'm crying within

Oh, yes,

I appear joyful sometimes.

The truth is, I'm not happy.

I'm dying inside.

I'm crying within.

Everything I do goes wrong.

Poverty defeats all my plans.

I feel like a cursed person.

I feel heavy.

I feel like I need to offload something.

My shoulders are heavy.

My backbone sings a different tune.

Sharp pains are running straight to my heart.

Will I ever survive this?

I smell brightness through the darkness.

I smell success from those cars passing by.

I smell wonderful meals from the restaurants.

I wish I could afford it.

I wish I knew my fate.

I wish I could change my destiny.

My last hope is in God's hands.