My dear,
this I tell you,
your eyes may tear,
your heart may break,
though you, nor they don't mean it,
your feelings will be hurt.
Your soul may drain,
of shame, of hurt,
your hope may be squeezed out,
your life may be ruined,
you may be blamed,
by someone, by yourself,
you may be stepped upon,
you may be taken down
My dear,
this life's a battle
All things can and will happen,
All things may come,
and yes all things may go.
There will be a lot of hellos,
a thousand goodbyes,
a life-long realization,
of things, of life.
I may have met many,
but I may truly know none,
I may have experienced a lot,
but have learned none.
My mind's in a maze,
a never-ending one.
I am despondent.
I am down.
I am depressed.
I may be hopeful,
I may be optimistic,
But I may be dying,
I may be fading.
My dear, I am no one,
I have accomplished none,
and I may soon die,
yes, I have gone almost suicidal,
BUT my life is not mine.
This world it ain't very harsh,
This life ain't kind,
All things happen,
though we don't want to believe
it will lead to something that's ought to happen
