something's gotta give (WARNING: I used some profanity, if that offends you...best not read this one)

When the nights are long and the days are weary,
when the midnight stars seem bright, yet dreary.
When the pain and regrets are to much to bear,
when all I hear is "you don't care".
When the memories flood,
and I feel stuck in the mud.
People don't get it, they'll never understand.
My life is not what it looks.
The depths of my soul, they will never know.
Oh you think you know? Go fucking blow!
You have no clue, how could you?
Think your shit is as deep as mine?
I guarantee it's benign.
You see, you could never understand the mess that is me.
The tourment, the pain...what's it all for?
Who is to gain?
Think your memories are bad, they may be that's true.
But I guarantee, they're just as weak as you.
Are you offended? Who cares. Not I!
This is my vent, for all the days nigh.
So deal with it fucker, and watch me keep fighting.
Yes, my days are weary, no rest and no peace.
Let that be a lesson, your whining should cease.

I'm so tired of doing
All these things right.
I think that it's time,
I put up a fight.

So deal with it now, for I do not care.
Your feelings, your words, your broken heart
Is nothing!
No one to talk to,
Not even a friend.
I hide like the moonshine, just around the bend.
Guarding and running,
Sulking and walking.

For you will never know
The deapths of my soul!

How desperate I am,
To talk with just one.

To pour out my heart,
But that would be vain.
Like standing in the rain,
Or going to school to get some brains.

This may not make sense,
Or you may be offended.
But I don't care,
For it's mine to share...

To vent and to process,
To stagger in strife.
In this mess that is my life.