Hidden with fear,
Nausea and disbelief,
Not going to be set free,
So why not bring on the grief,
Sit and hide,
With no words to be said,
When you question your life,
What would happen if I were dead,
These thoughts are mere thoughts,
Not realities nor truth,
Just figments of my imagination,
Something that bares no proof,
No feeling of appreciation,
For me or from anyone,
Just wait till it comes back,
And those clouds reveal your sun.
Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
Hidden with fear,
Nausea and disbelief,
Not going to be set free,
So why not bring on the grief,
Sit and hide,
With no words to be said,
When you question your life,
What would happen if I were dead,
These thoughts are mere thoughts,
Not realities nor truth,
Just figments of my imagination,
Something that bares no proof,
No feeling of appreciation,
For me or from anyone,
Just wait till it comes back,
And those clouds reveal your sun.