Excuses, explanations, searching for reasons why

I'm tired and weak and weary

And all that's left is to cry

I'm sick of understanding and searching for false hope

I'm done reading books

Sometimes there is nothing left

Nothing beyond the tears

No hopes, no dreams, no future thoughts

Not even healthy fears

There comes a point in each life

What is love?
I do not know
Though I’ve learned part of it so far
Its smiles and tears
Sharing dreams and fears
And inside it makes you light up and glow
It is perfectly balanced between

Horrible … depression…
Word people often hear
But does anyone really listen
Or care if you shed a tear
Does the world care if you’re crying
Or lost your one true love