I won't allow you To question me On old, broken mirrors And old, shattered dreams I won't let you see me Based solely On what the world did to me Through the eyes of self-pity So to answer your questions Yes, I'm doing just fine With all that has happened I found a way to survive Not by myself though, I can't stand here and lie I had some extra help Something divine
I haven't written in such a while. I feel like my poetry is somehow loosing value. I don't know what to write about but these words came to my mind in a split second.