When you walk down the path,
With a chest full of pain and on the edge;
You will see that you smile a little less now,
Everytime you speak you spill out the pain somehow;
And that, no more of pain can affect you now,
You carry tons of scars within yourself;
You rise , You Walk but almost feel like you dead now;
And even in the happiest of times you feel like hell now,
You are free to move but still locked in a cell somehow;
And that everytime you try to smile you cry somehow,
And when you'll feel like this you are me now;
I look at you and see myself,
You look at me and you see yourself;
No we aren't the happiness people think they deserve,
We are the pain that we live with, the pain we'll live for.. Pain, we feed upon..
We are the worries that will forever live on..

- Ramiye