Torn

In the most of tears
I could sense this fear
this broken little girl
just waiting, just longing, so confused

I feel so much pain within
running through my veins
I just want to scream
"Fuck, never ending dream!
Go, and Fuckin leave!

I know this will never be
for I hold the box and hide the secret key.
Why is it I am always burdened with it all
and I just always seem so calm?

Why is it I always break, just not in their presence
but in the hidden surface of the dark white wall I stare?
I am always told the problems and their essence
I see my self fall in the never ending cycling vertigo

I am always the most effected and why do I still cry
we all know it's suppose to happen
The tears burn like the inferno and I wish the pain would go away as I ask to die
Just finish me off and let me fly...

I don't care if the spinning never stops....