Life With My Knife

Life is hard,
I know it so,
It's like I'm barred,
I wanna let go.

Do you know what it feels like,
Being away from the one that brings my happiness,
Without them like is just a spike,
That penetrates the skin so you bleed sadness.

I feel like I'm empty when I'm not with him,
I feel like I'm torn apart,
I don't know how I'm gonna live another day,
If we're made to part.

Some of my family hate me,
And I feel alone,
I just want to be free,
from this death cone.

I wish they wouldn't,
They take away everything,
They know they shouldn't,
But I'll keep battling.

They take my happiness,
Everything that brings a smile,
To my face that's a mess,
I know it's really not vile.

They all call me ugly,
Even though I'm not,
I may look smiley,
But I'm really raging hot.

Even if I'm full of sadness,
If my beloved comes,
I'm filled with happiness,
Like a string has been strummed.

He shone a ray of light,
Into my cloudy life,
So I have hope that I'll get through alright,
And won't ever again need this knife.

~Rosanna (aka Maria Rosso)