I walk down the street
My heart is tattered, shattered
Into pieces like unfinished garments
Stitches one by one
Still undone
I see
People pass by
Immersing in their little
Valuable and miserable lives
They don't know
Oh they don't care
Maybe, they are no different
Their hearts suffer of the things i don't know
Maybe, some are filled with joy and laughter
Of a happiness i never know
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
I walk down the street
My heart is tattered, shattered
Into pieces like unfinished garments
Stitches one by one
Still undone
I see
People pass by
Immersing in their little
Valuable and miserable lives
They don't know
Oh they don't care
Maybe, they are no different
Their hearts suffer of the things i don't know
Maybe, some are filled with joy and laughter
Of a happiness i never know
