life of love and of hate
when will this cycle break
endless nights spent alone
I think to myself to each their own
as I whimper through my tears
I confirm all of my worst fears
some days I feel everything is right
to return to days living in fright
where do I go from here
when nothing ever seems fair
my fairy tale gone astray
only I seem to pay
when will this charade end
when can my heart finally mend
one day hopefully I will see
the me I've always dreamed I'd be
2007-10-24
06:19:21
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