Jan 2017
Worst comes. Pain strikes. Mourns ring. Depression drowns hope to the depths of the sea. Almost.
They say there's no chance for me to rewind. That there is no such thing as "end of the road." Yeah. I know. It's true. But do I have to rewind? I know there's something across the plain. I don't let go of the grip to hope. Because I know. After pain, pain, pain. Misery, misery, misery. There is always "good," waiting for you at the end of the road.
They say there's no chance for me to rewind. That there is no such thing as "end of the road." Yeah. I know. It's true. But do I have to rewind? I know there's something across the plain. I don't let go of the grip to hope. Because I know. After pain, pain, pain. Misery, misery, misery. There is always "good," waiting for you at the end of the road.
its been a few weeks I havnt wrote..... mm but i kinda like this poem! i have a lot of good thoughts and poems stuck in my head... but its hard to pull them out cuz i **** at expressing thoughts and feelings and explaining them... wah : (
