strong words of a wounded human
Life throws heavy weights at us
we could not face the misery of life
The long nights, on the floor I sleep
The tears in my eyes and too many thoughts
My body is cold, I believe I am dead
Life sounds pointless, people are hungry
The wars, and no humanity left
How could I live and those long nights
The obscurity of future and my end
I thought I would rest and never care
But I ache and I bleed no blood
I could choose to be optimist
But life had failed me every time
I always expect the bad any time
Thissuppose to comfort you,
But that's just who I'm
I spell the harsh words of a hard life
