I Miss It

I miss it - the madness!Who would have thought,That I, so desperate to escape, extreme hunger for sanity,that doesn't exist embracesvelvet insanity

I had goals - the boredom I stopped the faucet andand fixed the organs

nothing elseto moan about

nothing worth fighting forno justice to seekno reason to weep

it sleeps in a cornergrowing strongerit will come to a pointwhere fighting will be futile

I have no fairytales to writeI've never had a happily ever afterof my own

All these words of mineform tales of sin and treachery.We always cause the ones we lovethe most pain.

No matter how many times I say I will be okay...Sometimes... it's hard to believe myself

I should be happybut I'm not!For what am I?A lost doll with fragile tears...