The Beautiful Thoughts Of An Unheard Woman

Feelings

I got a feeling
It is related to sadness
Sometimes to lonelyness
But it is just feeling.

In the darkness of my room
I've been staying by myself
Whispering and singing with proof
That my happiness walks out by itself.

Despite everything that had happpen
I'm still feeling like knifes are killing me
As much as I try to push them
They always come back to torture me.

My body is a temple
But that temple is dying
Is going down in all senses
Is breaking me while I'm crying.

I'm aware of how tired I have made everyone
I'm aware of this feeling of never be good at all

Perhaps, I'm still here
Fighting with myself in this hard battle
Of becoming either my best friend
Or take my soul to just cuddle.

Help is all I need
Or is it really?
At this point my happiness cannot be fulfill
Or can't it be really?

It was on you
To fix everything for me
But I was really a fool
For everything that I couldn't see

I thought you could handle it
Oh I really though you could
But I hurt myself
By leaving you the responsibility of my success.

This is not a calling for help
It is not
This is a letter for myself
To understand is me that I need to blame.