I Cry

I cry myself to sleep at night,
since I saw the light,
that my parents went up to,
in pain and agony.

I cry myself to death everywhere I go,
because of the happy children,
that get to be with their parents,
which is something,
I do not have anymore.

I never stop crying,
but I'm always trying,
lying to myself,
that they have never passed away.

I guess knowing the truth,
is too hard for me,
but because of this feeling of ruth,
I now know how others felt,
being in a world of darkness,
that no one else could enter.

Nothing will be able to cure me,
except the love from another,
in which everyone glees,
for having a mother.

I'm trapped in a world of misery,
which no one can break me free,
except the act,
of killing me.

Copyright © 2006 by Nicolas Seto