Feelings of Death

Every day i die just a lil inside, from the loss of you not here, i try so hard to do the right thing but people make that hard that is clear, i love them so and let it show, only rewarded with misery, they hurt me so and they know, thats why they do it to me, i wish just once i could grow a heart of stone, just to say leave me alone, and never  come to me again.

Why must this life be such a grave? why must i feel so plain? A single drop of dew of love on my heart could cure my deepest ills, but all i get is a flood from the dungeons of the soul a hellish torturing pain, my misery does stand against the fate of time, and i feel so dreary and demonized.

So let me escape into a world to elude this bewildering pain, which drives the mind insane, so thank you dear world for all you have done to kill me.