The morning is bright but sad
Issues in my mind are trivialized
I will not be gloomy
This hurt is not for real
But I suffer from the pain as
Though my heart is been torn apart

There should be a place of consolation
For people such as this
A place where they can go and let it all out
I say “I will never trust again”
I say “I will never love again”
But is that really the cure?

Is hurt and pain the definition of life?
Is this reality?
Is this Life?
Do people always change?
Does it get better?
It has to get better!
This darkness has to be illuminated!

History says love is a beautiful thing
Reality says it’s just a place of hurt

I was happy before the experience
I was living before the pain
Where do broken hearts go?
Where do their hearts get healed?

Hope of a better tomorrow
Lies in the pit of my stomach
To say it may hinder the reality
Pounded by ache and sores
Fantasies sealed and locked away