my turn

i guess it's just my turn,
to smile when i'm sad,
to laugh loud when it feels so bad,
to cry when i'm alone,
to find a way to just move on,

i guess it's just my turn!
to feel like breaking down,
to never ever make a sound,
to not know what's going on,
to be right when it's all wrong.

why am i even alive?
when i'm hurt i have to hide,
why do i even exist?
i better fade into the mist.
let me lose control,
let me lose it all,
it's my turn –
to be done.