This prose is about me trying to succeed in what's known to have beaten people.... LIFE |
I'm living my life trapped inside a hour glass, just counting down the minutes until tomorrow.. Mean while I'm looking for a shoulder to borrow.Its seems every where I turn,I spot a shattered piece of my heart.What am I to do when my life is ripping me apart? I pour my heart out to my paper and try my best to express it all with my pen.And yet they still can't relate, So here I am again....Screaming out to the world "MY WORDS MUST MAKE MENDS!" As a child I would have never guessed how cruel this world could be...While looking in the mirror my reflection looks back at me..My deepest wish is just to survive...I hope to love,And never cry.. It's only me I see When I'm in need of comfort and help.I was speaking with no conscious .While GASPING on my last breath. Why me? I hate to ask.. but some times I truly want to know...Most days I pray to god to give me strength to walk out this closing door. And to never look back! I've held my head up through many battles and held back so many cries,standing in a disguise,being torn with the lies...How can one look in my eyes..And pretend they don't see all the pain and hurt installed in me..I wish upon a star that some day I won't have to work so hard to show the world I stand through my scars,my heartaches,and my pain If you blame me for only trying to live THEN YES I'll TAKE THE BLAME......... |