Diary of a lonely boy...

Through this life and its lessons I’ve learnt, That if you play with fire son, you’re gonna get burnt. And sometimes its fun to run the streets and play homie, But at the end of the day, when I’m in bed, I’m lonely. Friday through Sunday I awake and get blazed, and at the coming of age, the measure of my Mana is getting my girlfriend to the next stage. But they don’t know, no, not ONE PERSON knows me. Cos at the end of the day, when I’m in bed, I’m lonely. I’ve tried it all the drink, the drugs, the sex, the thugs and not one thing helps, not one thing takes this loneliness inside me and wipes it from memory, anyway… Sometimes I cry not often but when I do, I sob, I bawl, I scream for all I’ve been through, and all I’ve lost. In desperation I pull my soul from my body and examine it to find the source of this loneliness. To my surprise there’s a gaping hole inside, inside me, hiding for all these years What, has been the cost? And the truth is this gaping hole in my soul... Is the shape of a cross.