At times when I’m angry,
I wish I wasn’t here,
I just wish I could chase away, all of my fears.
At times I just want to die,
Or wish I was never born,
Because of the pain, the tears and scorn.
At times when I’m happy,
Which is pretty rare these days,
My happiness chases the sorrows, but to some delay.
For some unknown reason,
It takes a while to smile,
Maybe it is the discontent, distress and denial.
But at times
The pain is chased away,
By the ones who will stay forever.
I wish I wasn’t here,
I just wish I could chase away, all of my fears.
At times I just want to die,
Or wish I was never born,
Because of the pain, the tears and scorn.
At times when I’m happy,
Which is pretty rare these days,
My happiness chases the sorrows, but to some delay.
For some unknown reason,
It takes a while to smile,
Maybe it is the discontent, distress and denial.
But at times
The pain is chased away,
By the ones who will stay forever.
Comments
Post a Comment