May 2018
As my problems begin to multiply
Like knives in my heart, I start to cry
In this moment I look to the sky,
And pray there’s no soul more pained than I.
Like knives in my heart, I start to cry
In this moment I look to the sky,
And pray there’s no soul more pained than I.
I wrote this poem a long time ago but only just rediscovered it, I hope you enjoy it. JY x
