The Devils Poem

I found long ago a way to hide my pain, Now it feels like it's all pouring down the rain; I know that I might forever be alone dead; But that's fine by me I can't ever get out of my head; Have you ever seen the wolf in a flock of sheep; And asked him why is he so depressed deep; Have you ever prayed to a god then turned to the moon; And then when they never answered left so soon; I can tell you that I'm happy when I'm not; Then when you find out you say I'm just a thought; Don't worry about me cause I'll be fine; I'll never have anyone to call mine; I write my poems and lyrics for the lost and lonely; Better bury be more and 6ft i don't be alone to die to slowly; No one See's me when I'm in the tears; I burned away my feeling through the years; I hope they are happy without me; cause I'm tired of being told I'll never be; I might be young, I might be old; But my story is bold; I'mma die way, I'll bleed out to very vein; I'll never truly ever feel this ever growing pain;