Too much stuff I've been through.

You think you know but truly you have no clue.

You see not the pain in my eyes;

you can barely see how much I've tried.

You try and try and nothing ever is accomplished;

and you feel to give up on everything you ever wanted;

but really some place deep inside says, "keep going."

You give so much to people who could care much less;

but you say maybe one day it will pay off, but it still hasn't showed; nonetheless.

What i have is really me, myself, and i, but who really cares.

One for all ;;

all for one ;;

i guess I'm standing all alone.

Stand for me ;;

Stand for you ;;

Back to what I've been put through.

I live, love, laugh, on the outside;

but inside theres this deep black hole full of frustrations,

guilt,

heart-ache,

and blood.

Waiting to bust out and be free ;;

but consumed to what i've always covered it up to be.

Once said, " God will NEVER put you through more than you can handle,"

but at times it seems more than i can bare.

So i fight and fight and try and make it through ''

thou the battle is not mine ;;

i still fight through.

One day ;; 

One wish;;

maybe it will come true,

but right now all i have is Me, Myself, and I NEVER "YOU."