Jun 2014
Hurt
She was always hurt. She was always the one to blame. She was alone
She could not bear the way they treated her by.
She was walking in that crowded place, seeing lights melting with tears
Hearing loud laughs and remembering the pain
She was crying flood of tears
Suddenly she couldn’t feel the world
Walked as a ghost in the crowdie road
Cars were coming too fast; they hit her body and set free her desperate soul
She stood still in the middle of the traffic jam
Her beautiful sad eyes could tell the story of her gloom
She was hurt till she couldn’t take a stand anymore
To end her life, would be the perfect thing she hoped
She opened her eyes and saw the light shining up
Angles were holding her gently, taking her to a heavenly place
It hurts
it hurts when you walk alone in a crowded place
Seeing lovers pass by, glance at them, move on and smile
It hurts, the fact that she was beaming to the destiny
A destiny betrayed her, promised her of happiness,
He ran away!
It hurts when she was walking into the hallway
Hearing laugher of ghosts and banshees making fun of her soul
It hurts because she was an innocent dreamer
The devil pushed her into the real world
Smile a second and weep million years
The joy for her comes a moment and forever disappears
It took too long, to bury her bones in the ground
Where she finally could easily take a breathe
Feel nothing but a complete strong relief
It hurts she could endure all the dreadful words
The fake smiles, delusional promises and realistic ghosts
She was always a cute oppressed
Lonely and depressed but pure
She was never strong but weak
Like a flower grows lonely on the deserted high hill
Hidden its beauty under the cover of a bad girl
“Don’t judge people, don’t look at their clothes or smiles and start to assume! There are always many hidden things, under their manifest personalities; there are hidden souls. I am lucky to have the opportunity to see it. I have a sense that makes me see what others can never see. Why I am always nice to people even if they hurt me? Simply because I see the good in them and I do not see the bad, since I always gaze at their eyes, I believe eyes are the center of a human being not his heart or even his crazy mind. Eyes can tell me what he/she is putting out of sight ”
She was always hurt. She was always the one to blame. She was alone
She could not bear the way they treated her by.
She was walking in that crowded place, seeing lights melting with tears
Hearing loud laughs and remembering the pain
She was crying flood of tears
Suddenly she couldn’t feel the world
Walked as a ghost in the crowdie road
Cars were coming too fast; they hit her body and set free her desperate soul
She stood still in the middle of the traffic jam
Her beautiful sad eyes could tell the story of her gloom
She was hurt till she couldn’t take a stand anymore
To end her life, would be the perfect thing she hoped
She opened her eyes and saw the light shining up
Angles were holding her gently, taking her to a heavenly place
It hurts
it hurts when you walk alone in a crowded place
Seeing lovers pass by, glance at them, move on and smile
It hurts, the fact that she was beaming to the destiny
A destiny betrayed her, promised her of happiness,
He ran away!
It hurts when she was walking into the hallway
Hearing laugher of ghosts and banshees making fun of her soul
It hurts because she was an innocent dreamer
The devil pushed her into the real world
Smile a second and weep million years
The joy for her comes a moment and forever disappears
It took too long, to bury her bones in the ground
Where she finally could easily take a breathe
Feel nothing but a complete strong relief
It hurts she could endure all the dreadful words
The fake smiles, delusional promises and realistic ghosts
She was always a cute oppressed
Lonely and depressed but pure
She was never strong but weak
Like a flower grows lonely on the deserted high hill
Hidden its beauty under the cover of a bad girl
“Don’t judge people, don’t look at their clothes or smiles and start to assume! There are always many hidden things, under their manifest personalities; there are hidden souls. I am lucky to have the opportunity to see it. I have a sense that makes me see what others can never see. Why I am always nice to people even if they hurt me? Simply because I see the good in them and I do not see the bad, since I always gaze at their eyes, I believe eyes are the center of a human being not his heart or even his crazy mind. Eyes can tell me what he/she is putting out of sight ”
