My longing for happiness
Comes from depression
Where I hope for new 'morrows
Within dark bitter tension.
I'm lost with who I am -
It's not what I've known to be
As endless sorrows reign
I've lost the pursuit of liberty.
Tonight I have nothing left
And I'm scared, so scared of my heart,
I don't know where to begin,
Is it with myself I should start?
So my longing for happiness
Has made its home in liminality,
Where the darkness endures
And the light . . . the light is so dim to see.
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