My eyes opened, and my heart closed.
My tears flow, while my body slows.
My touch is firm, while my taste is bitter.
My life lives, while my body dies.
Where can we feel, taste, live and flow
without all of the tension life may bring.
We try to show how our true feelings may
flow.
But with All of the harm that others cause.
Can always make our true hearts stop.
Without any love anywheres and also without anyone to care.
These tears we shed flows down our cheeks.
While other people look at us as we are weak.
They just have no clue.
It's people like you, who are the strongest.
Because at least we do release a tear or two.
To releave us of our torturous pain.
But they are the ones who are going insane.
Copyright ©2008 Angela Nonexistant Evens
