I am the bird
That soars beneath the heavens...
She looks up..
Staring back at her...
Staring into the array of colors
not knowing whether its black or white...
The feeling of teardrops falling down my cheek
while i cry-i feel so weak...
As I watch the rain fall,
I feel my eyes swell...
Crying away every day and every night,
Drowning in the pain of what use to be so right...
Constantly feeling low
Overwhelming pain...
Sick thoughts fill my head
waking up wishing i was dead...
1 tear for my broken heart, another for my pain
2 cuts for letting myself cry, it always ends the...
Cutting deeper and deeper each time.
Letting the open wound sting...
The hurt she feels can not be eased ,
But every night she prays that it will leave...
It's such a disease
Waiting to decease...