Try try try...
They say that is all you need to do to fly.
But yet I can never let my self soar,
Because I am always hitting the floor.
I pick up the pieces of my life hoping that when I put them together everything will still fit.
Instead they shatter into tinier bits!
Why oh why do I have to endure this?
Why is my life in such amiss?
I just want to stop falling short;
to just for once end up with something good out of this horrible sort.
Maybe I am just not cut out to have happiness;
because all I ever receive as a reward is one giant bottle of sadness!
Fate why do you do this to me?
All I want is to do something meaningful you see.
But every time something good starts to come my way
You wisp it all way as if you're dumping trash off a lunch tray.
Is it wrong to have these feelings?
To feel as if life had given me a not so generous dealings?
I guess that is why they call it trying...
I mean with everything happening to me I should be crying.
But yet my will to keep fighting is forever undying.