Pain of Moving

This is a poem I wrote about two years ago. I recently found it. I would like to know what everbody thinks of it. Thank you



We live in fear of death
We die in sorrow of how we lived
The truth is hidden underneath
The lies we want to believe

To find the truth we must leave
All of which brings us joy
To all the ties I must now cleave
With this thought I do now toy

This sorrow that was brought upon
Will bring me up above all others
The pain which I have taken on
Is more then any mother or father

The pain is too much for me
The pain of which I try to tend
Is to much I can see
So now this is the end

For me goodbye