scared...

scared of the future
scared of the past
scared of anything
that might possibly last.

like a joyous moment
or an unending rain
always enduring
the relentless pain.

it terrifies me, realy
to know whats ahead
as i lay here frightened
pinned to my bed.

fighting through another night
just trying to get things straight
but what scares me most
is a world filled with hate...

a hatred of right
or a hatred to fight
too scared to move on...
must get throught this night

just a few more hours
then another day will start..
great, another chance
to lose more of my heart.