Everyday, I go on.

Believing I was brought to this world,

without being wanted.

There’s nothing that can change my mind.

What I feel is what I see.

The love I look for,

Is not being found.

Not even by the ones,

Who brought me to this world.

I go on,

Wishing that I wasn’t here.

Not one more day,

Living this way.

Looking really hard,

To find what’s really mine.

The love that hasn’t been given since day one.