The fire makes it hard to sleep,
dreams of screams and rivers deep.
Wake up to the milky darkness
cruel genetics, sometimes heartless,
Hiding the pain from family and friends
wishing that someday the horror would end
Knowing it won't, it will only get harder,
harder to cope, most wouldn't bother.
So I'll change my life and hope it works
cause the only alternative does nothing but hurt
No comments:
Post a Comment