Life Itself


Sometimes life seems too hard for me 

And I don't care to carry on 

I feel like it has beat me down 

And wrote death's sweet song 


People try and figure me out 

But they can't find whats wrong 

Or why I don't speak 

The truth is, I'm just weak


I try not to question myself 

although I don't understand 

How did I become a woman 

with the same strength as a man 


I wonder if pain comes only for a day 

and ask God why my pain seems to stay 

though some days I don't want to awaken from my bed

I get on my two feet and carry on instead 


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