When will this never-ending torment cease?
Will life ever be how it was?
Where is the wonderful sense of peace?
Is it too much to ask for?

Why do things turn out the way they do?
Where is the promise of forewarning?
When did this life become a taboo?
What happened to the security?

Why do I fall so hard?
Who allowed this to happen?
Can I pick up my heart's broken shards?
When did the little things start to matter?

What will happen next?
Will things ever be good again?
Or, is this all only a jest?
Why do I miss it?