When?

My eyes hurt, the tears they burn,
Happiness, when will it be my turn?

I have no one, there's nothing but me,
My memories entrap me, i'll never be free.

There's only one way I can empty my head,
Which is when I lay down, upon my death bed.

Until that day all I can do is hope and dream,
That maybe I can sleep and live without wanting to scream.