I wake up in the morning wishing things would be okay

I don't know what to expect but at the end of the day, 

I feel alone, broken in my own state of mind, 

I know what is wrong so to say, but what is there to find?

I go to sleep wishing to have no nightmares, 

But it's hard when it seems like the many fears, 

They grab at my throat, and like nobody cares,

They walk away, while all that streams down my face are tears.

I cry to no end, I'm plagued by sorrow,

I stand day by day trying to be ok, trying to act as if nothing is wrong,

But still it continues, and by tomorrow,

I can't help but to think I'd be singing a different tune, to the same song.

It's been so long, and at the same time, 

It's never been long enough, I feel like I'm falling,

I don't know where I land, but like money I fall on a dime,

And I can't stop this stalling,

Cause I know I'm running out of time,

And if I try to stop this falling it might be my end.

 Is it even such a crime?  

To want to end a sorrow that can't bend? 

Time flies no matter how many dreams  die, 

There is no end to creativity but so many go unfulfilled, 

And as half the population cry, and try, and ask senselessly why,

Words and lessons are being drilled,

Are being absorbed in to what makes us alive,

We want to believe there is good, while we think of an alibi,

We want to live, but in these lies we thrive,

On false beauty and the naked eye,

People don't hear any of the screams, 

Of the ones who came before,

They just throw away their dreams,

With all the things they abhor,

And while making up schemes,

With all the things they once adore,

We all cry with sorrow but yet throughout this we lead to our own demise,

We tried to escape time while casting others aside,

And while we agonize, and criticize, 

We still hold high our pride,

Which lead to this downfall that we symbolize, 

And so now we must confide, 

In the very snakes that had us mortified,

As we try to jeopardize, the very improvise, 

That helped us decide.

We caused our own genocide,

Through out the many suicide, while we lay trembling awake, 

In fear of the next gun parade, or homicide,

While the night cuts like a blade, with too much at stake.