When I thought time was slow,
I recall every single moment.
Maybe my mind doesn’t know,
But my wounded heart has to feel it.
This sorrow I feel,
The unfairness I’ve been through—
I started taking things softly,
Now even the gentlest blow of wind can hurt me too.
My eyes no longer shed tears,
Maybe they’ve lost their way.
Maybe they took a wrong turn
And made it through my chest.
Now I understand why my heart feels so heavy—
It carries a weight of sadness,
My inner pain remain unseen
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 2:25 AM UTC
When I thought time was slow,
I recall every single moment.
Maybe my mind doesn’t know,
But my wounded heart has to feel it.
This sorrow I feel,
The unfairness I’ve been through—
I started taking things softly,
Now even the gentlest blow of wind can hurt me too.
My eyes no longer shed tears,
Maybe they’ve lost their way.
Maybe they took a wrong turn
And made it through my chest.
Now I understand why my heart feels so heavy—
It carries a weight of sadness,
My inner pain remain unseen