Sad Life

If my life was a precious piece of glass it would already be broken.
I know I should have tried to spoken.

But things are hard.
And I am my only guard.
I am my only protector.
I am my only director.

I Live on my own.
I have ever since I've grown.

Most people don't get it.
they don't have to deal with the spit.
The spit that most people have washed upon me over the years.
The only thing each day brings for me is tears.

Fears of being isolated and dying.
Only bring me to sighing which leads to more crying.
I could flow a river with all the tears I've cried.

I have absolutely no pride.
And when this day comes to an end.
There is no one there for me to tend.

So now I know my time has come.
For all I've become is scum.

When I lay my head down to sleep tonight.
My eyes won't open again to see the morning's light.