Why Try
I try but I cry
On the inside I slowly die
Yet on the outside I am still alive
Would you not have guessed that I am depressed
had I not been blunt and pulled that stunt
Slowly I die, no longer able to deny it
then you would just cry because of what I did
That is not the same, I try not to blame.
But it is a shame that all the pain cannot be explained.
The pain can only be heard by those who wish to hear
about why the tear does not go away
It stays and haunts me
about all the graves it sees and pain it holds
No matter what I say or how much I pray
I’ll always have the burden of what once was there
Not a thing will ever repair
All the damage and despair
No matter how much I cry
No matter how black my sky
I could try but why?
So I can cry or die?
I’d rather lie than for me to try
to change what can’t be changed.
My life can’t be rearranged.
I can’t be given back what was taken,
unless my life is forsaken.