All but few are blind to my soul
Found Layered with cracks and hole
Sometimes black or blue
Other times some dark hue
Dark for no one can see the real me
Longing from myself to be free
Light at the end of the tunnel difficult to find
They ask me if I've ever smiled
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
All but few are blind to my soul
Found Layered with cracks and hole
Sometimes black or blue
Other times some dark hue
Dark for no one can see the real me
Longing from myself to be free
Light at the end of the tunnel difficult to find
They ask me if I've ever smiled