Is there anyone who is truly happy?
I’m sure some, but most are very unhappy
If only the next time I could be whole
But I gave away my heart and soul.
I thought I was so strong and could survive
Only to find out I don’t even feel alive
I have been hurt more than one should
I’d just like one someone who understood.
To be loved and treated with some worth
Surely would be considered great mirth
To be back into the lives of others
So I could shed all of these covers.
Covers that mask the hurt and pain
Strip them off and then comes the rain
Rain when mixed with all my tears
Back on with the covers, too many fears.