Irritated and confused as I lay my head to rest
Hurt from all this abuse, I'm nowhere near my best
But life is a dream for the dead, and true love is a quest
True love only existed in the books I read, and everyday I believe less
Disappointed I go, with nothing left to show
But battle scars, from these trivial wars
And my heart breaks and if I am to give up, I'm not too far
Instead of addressing my problems
I sit back and count the stars
Trying to believe everything will be okay
But these trust issues, no one, anywhere ever means what they say
And this feeling of hopelessness, this anxiety and this constant feeling of dismay
Brings me down to dark path, where I never find my way
©astero
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