Love Never Came

Maybe its the darkness,
that makes my wounds this way.
The loud screams that echo my lips
when the madmen come out to play.

I suppose It was crazy
To think I could run.
And I suppose it could be the people
who think hurting me is fun.

Its funny how the words
are stuck deep inside my brain.
Coming back on the dark nights
to remind me love never came.

Its a beautiful disaster,
Such a gorgeous mess.
A sweet-bitter lie,
I must confess.

This Hope isn't real
there was never such a thing.
Its like betting on a bird to fly the fastest...
then finding it has a broken wing.

There's something inside people like me
that has broken and can never mend.
The people who everyone let down...
just to remind them they never had a friend.

So when I'm screaming at night in this hell,
Begging for someone to take me away.
When I'm begging for mercy.
And all I may do is pray.

I'll remember what I have learned,
to never have hope in hope.
And that I might as well dig my grave
and hang up a strong rope.

So while I'm crying and screaming in this cage.
for god to listen to my plea.
I'll remind myself no body's listening...

...Because  no body remembers me...