Melody of tragically

Sweet people that I was privileged to know, few and far between.

I would like to forgive. 
Pain is all constantly consuming and old days bleak. 

Why does emotions make us week, weak obsolete. 

Deep awkward outward blasts of utter, utterly raw gut wrenching life. 

I still express, refuse to depress, find a sneaky way to be me. 

It was tragic, but the flip side is it accidentally caused magic to develop because it was already there. 

Harmed enough to kill, several, severed times over, yet still feel pain it maybe, but life is pain. 

And I would suffer during, to save the glitter glimpse 
​​​ fragments of love. 

 According to me, no device should be necessary. 

What they claim to be good for me. 

But negative Nelly has her charms, she's funny, smart and let's  the truth of the pain show.

Nothing wrong with that I thought. 
But uppity think they think better than me. 

Who am I to challenge authority. 
Some upstart some lonny bin. 

Want to use there power of privatized regime and regiment. 

Take me down a peg as the weak side of the pain sometimes shows. 

I am not there property. 

I am doing my best to solve this problem, in a condition that cannot be cured. 

I am the one who has to live with theses memory's. 

I do my own interpretation and interventions. 

I hope you can understand doctor. 
That to I.
your singing the melody of tragically.