How do you cope? I simply ignore. How do you sleep? the short answer is I don't.
I stay awake until I crack. I really wish I could have my youth back, I am older than my years, most likely from all the tears, all the fears. My thoughts are in constant tumult, there is always a storm.

I think back and I realize, so it has been since I was born, melancholy and misery always burden my back, do I even have a youth to get back? The sadness in my soul doesn't reach my skin, outside never shows what is within, as bright as the sun, I have been called, even those who are close cant see me at all.

I long for the one to punch through my veil, so far none have prevailed, not even close though help has been offered, how long alone I have suffered. It seems with all the help I have given, I have also been my biggest hinder...

Enough for now, sadness and sorrow , leave me alone now until tomorrow