Express....

I type my problems

And write stories

Wishing it would happen to me.

Most things don't have happy endings

When i write.

If I can't say it to someone

I write it , so the world can see

Heart-aches happen to everyone

We just don't notice it.

People want love,

People want happiness,

I'm not a Shakespeare or Wordsworth

Who might have Expressed these feelings with their lifelike portrayals,

But I express true emotions , My emotions ,

As real as they are...

Is it all predestined,

Does everything happen for a reason,

Is there someone above who just doesn't want me to have my share of success,

Or is it Me ,

Who gives up every time without even trying the second time.

I may want to die,

But instead I cry

I don't want to hurt inside,

So I bleed on the outside

I Express Me....

Express,a word that hurts everyone....