Tears aren't meant to be sad,
except when you mean to be.
And I think,
waking up each day,
wanting to die,
because I'm so alone-
That's sad.
I can't get what it is that I've discovered,
maybe it's that I'm burying myself in doubt,
regret,
pain.
I don't know if it's true,
but I'm crying,
not just crying because I want to,
but because I have to.
I have nothing,
I see so much,
not mine.
This heart aches no more,
It doesn't want to beat along with everyone else.
It just wants to be alone.
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