I sceam and cry and wonder what we're doing wrong in this world to make them think those awful thoughts of the situation.
How could they think so low of the great feelings I have?
The joy and the happiness, could it be true of what they said, that it is only for comfort and convience?
Could it really all be in my head?
To me its all lies though, the things they say to me cannot be true.
If it's comfort I'm in this for then why do I feel so wonderful?
Why do I feel as though this will never end?
Maybe my mind is just clouded, maybe it's impossible, this situation.
I'll never know though.
If I die tonight I will never know what could be and maybe that is more satisfying than living a lie.