What is my soul?



Is my soul the way I laugh?

I laugh from the deepest part of me,

joyfully celebrating my life.

Is my soul the way I cry?

I cry from the deepest part of me,

embracing the pain my life delivers me.

Is my soul the way I listen?

I listen from the deepest part of me,

learning everything life has to teach me.

Is my soul the way I speak?

I speak from the deepest part of me,

telling life exactly what I think of it.

Is my soul the way I hate?

I hate from the deepest part of me,

turning away all those who’ve hurt me?

Is my soul the way I love?

All alone I sit and cry

I wonder why I can’t just let myself die?

  

I lay on my bed,

Covering my head.

But inside I’m already dead!

  

I hope tonight he just falls asleep.

So here in silence I may weep.

  

He comes to my room,

And I feel I’m doomed.

I wish I could run

Run from what he calls “fun”!

    

But the torture has just begun,

I wish he was gone.

I wish I could be alone.

But home is all I’ve ever known.

    

He is always there,

Ready to tear.

And I’m always here,

Full of tears……

    

But enough’s enough.

Tonight I will stay tough

And maybe for once they will see

That they can no longer hurt me.