My Cry

My heart is dead, my soul is decaying
I can no longer stand the reality of who I am

I wish I were like the others,
Wish I was strong, reality is scornful thing
I hate all the laughing faces
I hate all the judgmental minds

I am a person capable of emotion
I wish once my heart wasn't torn
I wish for a moment I were what you envisioned
In a dream instead of a nightmare

My darkened heart was born in the hearts of others
I never meant to scare you,
I never meant for things to be like this

The one who always stood by me is gone
The pain I have felt in recent months
I can never feel again, and I won't

I am alone family is gone
I wish I was free, I wish I could be
Something I am not, Strong

The one I want I can never have.
Saddened I run away, as I do when someone cares
Be careful what you wish for, especially when it's love




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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