This pain of mine
I am surely not fine
It feels bigger than me
For I am broken most definitely
I am in need of help
Like a lions mother without her welp

Is there a way to keep going
As the pain is growing
It rides like a car without gas
I get to see it al from first class
All I need is some words
The first to see, it were dead birds

i can't understand the tug at my lips when i see gore,
when pain happens,
when i think of a painful memory,
yet my heart still squeezes,
still wheezes,
still sputters,
still hurt,
but because i carry on while the storm that is against me,
and the only weapon i wield is my smile,
because they will never know how broken i am

[ kind of a part two ]

i laugh when my eyes rain,
when raindrops trickle down my cheek,
have you ever realized that sobbing and laughing sound so similar?
when someone laughs they can be crying in the inside,
when someone sobs they can be happy,
i think its a way of laughing off the pain,
just so you won't give in,
because then you lost,
and we don't want that.