Anger

When my life no longer matters, all hope has gone away when all I feel is sadness and complete despair. Where am I to turn, who will understand is someone there to talk to, or someone to hold my hand? Can this empty feeling that burns here deep inside ever be put to rest from the anger I can no longer hide. Where am I to turn, who will understand is someone there to talk to, or someone to hold my hand?

The swiftness of a knife that's as sharp as the bitter cold a simple way to end this pain yet a cowards way I know. Where am I to turn, who will understand is someone there to talk to, or someone to hold my hand.

Something here is stopping me I'm not to sure just what, a feeling that I know real good but unable to simply touch.Where am I to turn, who will understand is someone there to talk to, or someone to hold my hand. Memories of days gone by and faces that mean so much glow within my confusion and giving me so much love.

This is whom I turn too, they will understand my family's there to talk to, or simply hold my hand. No, I could never go away, not by my own hand I swear to you right here right now to forever hold your hands. This is whom I turn too, they do understand my family's there to talk to, or simply hold my hand.

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