Ugly, Disease, Love, Revenge

When something familiar is no longer there
Hope gives way to tears and despair
I search among the torn remains
For something that won't cause me pain
But no longer can I rely solely on
The things I had because now they're gone
I search again for something more
To keep me sane and keep me warm
A kiss or hug would be nice
But waiting for them would not suffice
The best way is to live my life
And learn how to juggle with knives
That get thrown by Cupid and fate
I'll learn to call a spade a spade
Stay true to myself till that day comes
When I'll be free and I finally

Find someone

Who'd be the last hand
That ever holds mine

- Anonymous