Spring

The fragrance of spring,
The delicacy of warmth,
The hard winter I have escaped,
Feels so good right now

The heart, delicate and treturous,
Full of lies and false love,
Every day I see dark,
Even when the sun holds its place in the sky

Every breath I hold,
Every time I cry,
Every lie I tend to hear,
Is just something I have to bear

Someone will tell me
It'll be alright,
Someone will tell me,
I'll make it through the night

Where is the hero,
Sworn to help the people in distress?
Where is the person,
The one I need to help me heal?

Emmotional scarring,
Shown by the tears I cried,
Muffled by my bed,
Hidden in secret.

I can't tell anyone,
Oh someone help me!
Someone, with a halo,
Save me from this

I am nothing,
This is what I've become,
No one can help me out of this,
That someone with a halo,
Cannot help me

I will stare, blood in my eyes,
Mixing with tears,
As if I am ment to die.
Am I ment to die?

Spring, full of flowers,
Full of life,
Full of enjoyment,
And yet, nothing for me

Am I suppose to believe in love,
Something I have no experience with?
With the physical look of ill,
I am a nothing, that is what I have become

As the dandolions pop out,
And the children sing in happiness,
I loath inside,
The pain residing from the sorrow I feel

No one can see it,
I am no one to be seen,
But someone out there,
Will anyone care?

Spring, full of live and fun,
Full of the year that just begun,
But, then there is me,
Full of hatred,
Full of death, and pain that can't be undone

Repeating everything I have said in the past,
I am a broken record, the scratch down the middle
As I try and try to be different,
But nothing comes out of trying

Spring, what will come out of it this year,
Besides pain and sorrow, as the flowers bloom?