Every time I try,
To put up a front, firm and strong
I end up on the flipside,
With my soul, guilty and wrong.
I break the hearts of people,
Who are closest to me,
Then stand with my head down,
Asking for an apology.
But how many times more
Will I walk this path of pain,
Maybe that is what I deserve
So I walk again.
And this is how my soul should be,
Desolate, deserted, and forsaken,
Amid the scenes of a broken dream,
From which I shall never awaken.