FreedomFromLiberty
Well-known member
I Understand
* * * * * * * * * *
I understand what it is like to lead a life void of thrills,
To have your emotions painted in the color of blue,
To accept that you're not meant to live with any of the frills,
To feel like the best of your days are already through,
To work at a job you don't like just to pay the bills,
To feel like you'll never find anyone to understand or love you,
To learn that it's the reality of life is what so often kills,
To have so much love to give but no one to give it to.
I understand what it is like to feel your life beginning to decay,
To still carry hopes that are covered by the sands of time,
To be the only one around with nothing to do or say,
To be treated like a criminal despite committing no crime,
To do the same things over and over, day after day,
To feel like your life is without the beauty of reason or rhyme.
I understand what it is like to lose any sense of purpose or direction,
To feel like none of your family or friends actually care,
To meet others when you're fraught with doubt and suspicion,
To always be on the opposing end of what is just and fair,
To be a constant seeker of better advice and information,
When the weight of life is just too much for one person to bear.
I understand what it is like to carry on aimless and bored,
To feel like you're all alone, to be disappointed so much,
When the effort to wake up is more than you can afford,
To search for friends and happiness but find no such,
To want acceptance only to be passed over and ignored,
To have no one to reach out to or touch.
I understand what it is like to end each day with a weary sigh,
And to wake up to just to prepare for the daily defeat,
What is is like to feel like your life is passing you by,
To no longer know if you'll ever find what you need to feel complete,
To feel like you just don't have what it takes to give it another try.
* * * * * * * * * *
I understand what it is like to lead a life void of thrills,
To have your emotions painted in the color of blue,
To accept that you're not meant to live with any of the frills,
To feel like the best of your days are already through,
To work at a job you don't like just to pay the bills,
To feel like you'll never find anyone to understand or love you,
To learn that it's the reality of life is what so often kills,
To have so much love to give but no one to give it to.
I understand what it is like to feel your life beginning to decay,
To still carry hopes that are covered by the sands of time,
To be the only one around with nothing to do or say,
To be treated like a criminal despite committing no crime,
To do the same things over and over, day after day,
To feel like your life is without the beauty of reason or rhyme.
I understand what it is like to lose any sense of purpose or direction,
To feel like none of your family or friends actually care,
To meet others when you're fraught with doubt and suspicion,
To always be on the opposing end of what is just and fair,
To be a constant seeker of better advice and information,
When the weight of life is just too much for one person to bear.
I understand what it is like to carry on aimless and bored,
To feel like you're all alone, to be disappointed so much,
When the effort to wake up is more than you can afford,
To search for friends and happiness but find no such,
To want acceptance only to be passed over and ignored,
To have no one to reach out to or touch.
I understand what it is like to end each day with a weary sigh,
And to wake up to just to prepare for the daily defeat,
What is is like to feel like your life is passing you by,
To no longer know if you'll ever find what you need to feel complete,
To feel like you just don't have what it takes to give it another try.