the rains, the sound, the cold
the music I listen to under the shade makes this all so strong
the feeling I am holding inside
my collapsed world turned upside down
broken to release the screams kept in the bottle
my cries have become wanderers to the ears of people
now they pity me, now they feel my pain
wish I could be numb to this pain
but the pain has become a part of me
it is what I feel
it is what you see when you look into my eyes
pain! I have come to accept it
A light at the end of the tunnel I hope
hope is a currency I cannot afford
despair is what I am familiar with
pain a stranger that became a companion
this is all I know
till I find a reason to be happy
Wow, ur poem inspires me...
Can I steal ur "hope is a currency I cannot afford"lol
wow! I am glad you found this piece inspiring
sure you can steal this