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Sometimes I often wonder why things are the way they are. Am I dreaming?

Sometimes I feel so alone, even though I am surround by many. Are you turely there?

Sometimes I feel good, but years of anger and darkness inside. Why do I hurt?

Sometimes the pain from long ago is to much to bare. Can you see it?

Sometimes I wish for a new beginning, a change in tone. Don't you?

No one knows how I feel, though they think they do. What do you see?

Do you see the truth hidden in my eyes?
Do you see the pain tucked deep in my heart?

Do you hear the tears I cry fall each night? Do you really care?

Sometimes I conclude that me being here doesn't help you.

Sometimes I doubt that I am needed or really even wanted, just there to pass time.

Sometimes I ask myself, why me? What is so special about me, nothing that I see.

Sometimes I want to love so much, but who wants what little I have to give.

Sometimes I wish I could wash the past away, just sometimes go back. Do you?