My Soul
My soul is lost...can’t find it’s way back...it’s crying somewhere, maybe near, maybe far...hiding from the world, hiding in the dark, tired of hurting, tired of everything at all...
My soul used to be bright...it loved to laugh, it loved to love...now is just a shadow, that doesn’t even remember how to smile...and all it does now, is to let its tears dry out in its scars...
My soul wants to die...it doesn’t want to breath, it doesn’t want to grieve...but who can blame it?...if after all it’s been through, it’s a miracle that it still alive...
My soul doesn’t want to be mourned...it doesn’t want anyone’s pity, doesn’t need anyone’s hypocrisy...cause when it was still alive, the more it tried to do good, all it got was getting stab in the back...
My soul wants to be forgotten...why should it be remembered?...If when alive all it did was suffer and no one gave a damn...so now that its gone, now that it is far, all it wants is to be gone...all it wants is to be left in the past...
