It’s hard to be thankful when you have nothing
It’s hard to keep smiling when life seems to fight against you
I was born a burden
My dependency seems predestined
When I stand, I am pushed down
When I scream, I am restrained
When I fight, I am cuffed
My smiles are only met with daggers
My laughter is spit on in the wind
He said we play the hand that life deals us
But I never asked to play this game
I’m no good at it and I want out
Who is this God that thinks this is fun
Let’s switch places and then play at strife
Dying seems like the easiest road to take
I have tried that before and I even failed at that
I seek my relief in anything that will take the pain away
I ride that high of hopeless bliss until my pain turns into passion
Love is an emotion, one I’m not sure I’ve met
I’ve imagined what she looks like
If I’ve ever felt her touch I didn’t know what it was
I probably shied away from her and pissed her off
Yes, I am here, the dirt to your success
The pain to your joy
The high to your sober
The cold to your warm
The starvation to your gluttony
If there is a joy, a happiness or a peace
It’s surely not in me.
