This is who I am
And as sad as it may be...
In the chilly morning
I see the sun arise...
Some days I find myself trying to be happy by...
I sit there and laugh...
You pleaded for my vulnerability
to see my pain...
It's so difficult to gain that strength
to leave my bed in the morning...
is like a small fish
keen to changes...
I still know it.
I live in the city center, 26th Ave...
I'm in a place I can't explain.
A deep, hard to kick sort of pain...
My tears stain my pillow
though my smile says "I'm OK...
Sad I sit and wait
For a brighter future, but...
Tiny pretty things
fall like stars...
the silent prayers
that God will never hear...