I look for a revelation,
something tangible so I can believe.
It's hard when I can barely breathe.

I look for answers,
to questions I could never seem to comprehend.
But instead of looking for the end,
I look inside of me.

You see, I never meant to be this way.
I never tried to cry, so that way people wouldn't see my pain.
They say I don't try hard enough.
Why try if all there is, is disappointment underneath?
Why would I give in to people who will never understand?

I don't even understand who I am inside.
I look for your hand, reaching for mine.


 
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