Every sunshine means a new day
Every signs lead where's the way
Breathing means you're alive,
But why's my life can't keep on jive?
Tired of laughing out my problems
But still ending up crying to sleep.
Tried of fighting,
Yet still ending up losing
Seeking for His grace was the best thing,
But still, the wounds sting.
YOU ARE READING
To Ease Pain
PoetryShe love, she loves, but she wasn't loved. So sick of loving and loving but ended up hurting. With all the aches she felt, writing was her remedy to be okay. Unsent messages, high hopes, and words of the broken soul- she wrote poems to ease pain...
