Certain Someone

Fighting for something with you whole might,
feeling what you are doing is right.
But to find out it was all fake,
feeling now like you would break.

The sorrows we all try to keep in,
fighting without the chance to win.

Why do we struggle and try,
when no more hope, we all die.

I wish for that certain you.
Thinking you wanted me too.

Now it all feels like hell,
i try to keep my cracked shell.
I can hear the toll of the bell.
I could hear as it fell.

Figuring is there anything you could do,
in your head plans grew.

All was behind your back,
and the noise of a track,
it was all supposed to cover.

But you could hear it,
you could feel it,
echoing in your head,
your anger was fed.

Now for chapter three,
what will it be?