Hey, sweetie, I know things are bad
I know you cry yourself to sleep at night
Thinking no one care or would be sad
If you'd die without so much giving a fight.
Oh, sweetie, I know you won't believe me
But better time are to come
Where people will care if you feel undone
And someone will treat your scares
Like one would think to treat the starts
Oh, sweetie, I wish I could show you
The future that's yet to come
And then you would see nothing's in vain
And maybe you wouldn't feel so numb
Willing yourself to become one more stain.
But I can't make you believe
If hope you don't feel
Oh, sweetie, the things you could do
If from your comfort zone you would peel
And when the sun rises
You would know love is real
Everything is possible
One you fight and believe
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
