Cries of pain, cries of frustration. cries from the pain deep in my heart.
Powerless to stop all the hurt caused by life's ups and downs.
I cannot make you happy.
I cry and cry without you ever knowing why or when.
You constantly put yourself down and it is killing me.
You think you fail at everything and I cannot keep you happy.
"History repeats itself" or so they say and here I am trying hard
make it through each day. I know I will survive these trivial times.
But I worry about you so why can I not make you happy?
You hate your job and your life and are disgusted by the world.
People do not always think like you and I so why can I not make you happy?