Empty Life

A life that seems endless is real torture
but with no home to go back to,
and no one to love me for who I really am,
my life is what we call ''hell''.

I want to escape, but I am so weak
that I hate myself for even trying,
and when I think that nothig worse can happen
life takes joy in proving me wrong.
It's like she's jealous of my small, happy times
so she steals them from me,
only to fill the emptiness of her own name.

I just wish she wasn't so greedy,
but life seems to know no boundaries, no limits.
I am reaching my limits though,
so I wonder what will eventually happen.

Life can't hold my hand,
while she's killing me with her greedyness,
so, she will be cruel till the bitter end,
and that's the only path I can take.
Even if there was another path,
the outcome would be the same.
She knows it, and deep down, I know it too.