Camouflage
They ask me how I am.
I smile and reply,
I'm fine.
I hide my pain and sorrow,
I cannot show the truth.
I fear the truth would
Hurt the ones I love.
Tuesday, 14 August 2012
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Sunday, 29 January 2012
Citations
I wander lonely as a cloud
oh shit that line's not mine!
Now I must find a way
to cite it in my rhyme.
oh shit that line's not mine!
Now I must find a way
to cite it in my rhyme.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Solitude
Once I was a lonely girl
Immersed in my own thoughts
I spent my time pondering
The meaning of this life.
Immersed in my own thoughts
I spent my time pondering
The meaning of this life.
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Survival
The pain tattoos failure upon my skin
The worry etches years onto my face
The hurt scribes sorrow around my eyes
But still I carry on.
The worry etches years onto my face
The hurt scribes sorrow around my eyes
But still I carry on.
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Pain
Pain and sorrow go hand in hand
wandering down the road.
They wander towards the blueness
of depression, numbness and cold.
wandering down the road.
They wander towards the blueness
of depression, numbness and cold.
Monday, 5 December 2011
A chorus of whys...
I wrote this a couple years ago when I was going through a really difficult time and just wanted to know why things were so hard for me...
A chorus of whys...
Why is my heart breaking when I never loved?
Why do I mourn people I have never lost?
Why do I remember things that never happened?
Why do I feel this way when no one did me any wrong?
Why do I hate this life when it's all good?
A chorus of whys...
Why is my heart breaking when I never loved?
Why do I mourn people I have never lost?
Why do I remember things that never happened?
Why do I feel this way when no one did me any wrong?
Why do I hate this life when it's all good?
So tell me something...
So tell me something
Tell me what you do.
What you do when all around you
All around you is a blur?
Tell me what you do.
What you do when all around you
All around you is a blur?
It all just passes by…
Smiles blowing in the wind
Smiles floating by
Smiles wafting here and there
But they all just pass me by…
Smiles floating by
Smiles wafting here and there
But they all just pass me by…
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Sometimes
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I sit and think
Sometimes it all gets a bit too much and then all I can do is gripe.
Sometimes I sit and think
Sometimes it all gets a bit too much and then all I can do is gripe.
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