All my surroundings swallow me within,
My shoulders feel light without sin,
I have done nothing wrong to trap me here,
Yet all I do is spill each tear...
No one seems to hear my silent cry,
I might as well sit here and die...
For no one would notice if I was gone,
No one could tell me if I was wrong,
As I’d be up there in the stars,
Probably sat on red, dusty Mars...
As the twisted feeling take over my mind,
There will be nothing felt of me to find,
Except the body in which I left,
Yet my soul will never rest...
Each and everyday I hide my feelings,
And I hide their hidden meanings...
Just so I can sort everyone’s sorrow,
And for this God’s strength I’ll need to borrow,
As no single person can cope like I do,
I wish you could see what I do too...
To understand my future, present and past,
Is to understand the things that will not last,
Like my life and how it will end,
I could end it now with a bullet to my head...
But I must be strong for those who need me,
So my soul can’t yet wander free,
For everyone wants me to sit and listen,
That’s my only given life mission...
So here I sit alone again,
With a chest full of thumping pain,
No one hears my cry during the day,
No one hears the words I say...
Bottle them up so no one sees,
Lock them up and loose the keys,
That’s the only way I will ever get through,
And this way of life has never been new...
Each problem has a simple or complex solution,
Even the biggest problem like pollution...
It may not be quick or easy,
But at least it gets... fixed...
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