Pain

Sickness in my stomach Hell in my pathway Abused in my prime No care No soul In the world of mystic materialism To hide the way I feel No tears on the outside But dying inside Thinking I'll be dead by morning Praying they'll hear my screams 1 million miles away I got it good I got it made Only for me to stay One word and it's my last day At least that's what they say Survival is just a word But living is an option What can you do? What should you do? I don't owe an apology Only owe love To think the pain will stay That's all I have to say