The Story of My Life

My life is blank.
It's boring.
Myheart has nothing left of it,
It's empty.
My soul is dieing for a breath
and I can't give it.
My eyes feel swollen;
I've become immune.

Black is the color of darkness,
and darkness is all i see.
I'm waiting for something
that can cure my lonliness.
My cry for help, it's not a plea.
It's just a desire to want to live.
The rebellions are still here and
I don't have a desire to let them go.

Why can't i live my life
the way i want to?
I'm not too young
to want to be real.
Questioning and waiting
as I'm stalling for time.
I can't find a way out
of this misery I'm entangled in.

Find a way out for me
or I'll find a way out for myself.
All I need is some anwers,
but my questions are few.
I need some change in my life.
Change is good, right?
Or I'll never change
and always stay the same.
Always, always stay the same.