therapy

Does life ever work out the way that I plan. Will it ever? Will the release of steady flow of pain ever lift off? Will the days become light. It seems as though I can never win. Blasting music is my only friend,my friend, my forever and ever soul mate. I can't seem to relate to anything. It seems that when I want to open up... I just get shut right off. I wanna cry but I gotta be strong. The blood never seems to flow,it never seems to end either. It's my only release, my only form of hope. I can't get enough of .....this horrible ''hunger of hatred''. I have to stay strong, I can't cry, I can't fail,I can't be weak.

But I am anyway and

 the tears well they do too.