As my day slowly creeps by,
I find it hard that I,
still feel alive,
with all this pain inside.
I pray for a way out of this.
Help to go on.
I wonder when will it,
finally and eventually come.
Because the hours of my wait,
slowly turned,
they crept into days,
and yet I didn't learn.
The pain was building up,
my heart was breaking.
Being hurt once was more than enough,
and this was all I was taking.
But even though you murdered me,
every single day.
I still think so simply,
that I love you anyways. |
