Did you give up on me?Label me a lost cause and move on?I’m still hereFighting, Thrashing, ScreamingDesperate for some kind of relevanceStupid cupid, what do you know?What give you the right?Everything was pretty and shone so brightIllusions and phony reflectionsSliced open from deep rooted bitternessIt’s dripping from my fingertipsWash it all awayI’ve already buried itAlong with unwilling parts of meBut yes, I’m still hereCrooked halo and allBandaged , but not brokenA beautiful disasterSitting under a weeping willowOnly his branches understand meThe still air is suffocatingRobbing me of my tearsMust everything be taken away??Patience, patience. Oh, how I learned itYou don’t know just how long I’ve been counting the daysWhen you were stolen from meAnd until I can have you againMy heart is big enoughI’m ready to love again
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way