thinking on the past

Thinking on the past is pain

cry tears and laugh later,

wanting to be wanted, 

is a option not a chance,

wanting to be loved sometimes,

is like a dark grey sky,

anxiety is a piece of hell,

but hell is hotter underground,

you give everything to feel apart, 

of something not that big,

to be talked about knowing,

your important but not like the queen, 

so this is my words to you thinking on the past, is somewhere 

none of us need to be, so look at the sky and thank GOD that you are here alive, 

too many attempts to end lives, but what about the pain in my heart that's living a lie.