Somebody told me,
there's a purpose in my pain...
Although you chose to leave my house
With your belongings too...
Despite I am so called free I still feel in prison...
My heart so heavy every day I try to alleviate...
It feels great when you meet someone for the first...
It feels good when you fall in love with someone...
I finally let you go you know?
My heart was full of such sorrow...
Rain droplets making a beat as it hits the ground...
Gaining speed and then eventually slowing down...
Momma:
My momma, my love, my guiding light...
An eye for an eye
A heart for a heart...
You cut me out,
You cut me thin...
i should be in therapy right now.
“should” is an interesting word...
When the road ahead seems long and hard,
And you're feeling weak and scared...
You ask, "Why can you not allow us to be a happy...
I remain silent...