i feel
laying my wounds bare may heal them
making other laugh at me may give me strength
letting it go may finally bring it back
how long can i hide my hurt in a smile
its better to cry and bleed and burn
the pain refuses to go away
and always returns with a vengeance
i am lost...lonely...uncertain
and resurrection seems impossible
trials, punishments, seclusion
i just want a little sunshine now
i am tired of this meloframa called life
why so depressive?i hope its a time being process.
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