joi, 12 martie 2009


Finding myself crying again
Going through the pain every now and then
Getting used to being hurt
Battered and left in the dirt

Wiping my tears as I picked myself up
Hearing their voices, telling them to shut up
Running through the dark forest
Going to the only place I could rest

Desperately finding the light
To help me carry on with my fight
Feeling the path getting longer
My breathing becomes shorter

Recognizing the familiar ache
Causing myself to break
Seeing the faint light closer
Trying to pull myself together

Finally being in the place
Where I could find solace
Letting myself lie on the grass
Closing my eyes as time starts to pass

Not wanting for it to see
The wounds they made to me
Knowing that it would never heal
Like all things that’s real

- by Cold

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