I want joy

A life filled with sorrow 

A place where nothing good ever comes from

Loud cries of mothers

Wailing for their lost 

With memories of all we have done

He asked “have you every done something right”

Never “he cried”

The pain one experience 

What more can one want 

Other than a new beginning 

A new chance to start over again

Starting over in a place where you’re free

Free like the eagle in the sky 

Soaring toward high places 

A new life, where no one will ask 

Our sweetest songs are those 

that tell of saddest thought

Since our society equates happiness with youth

we often assume that 

sorrow, quiet desperation, and hopelessness 

go hand in hand with getting older

When i cry so much, it makes me realize that breathing is hard 

but now really I'm alone.survive the killing, the starving

but I think maybe now I will die of this

of broken heart

I don't know if it's possible to take hate away from people.

There’s no greater evil in a place 

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad