Still
Sometimes I sit back and ask myself 
Why I don't fit in anywhere
What makes me so content 
How I get so lonely to the point of tears
It a paradox am still trying to understand 
How do I always seem to be the one to give
Is there anyone out there
Who sees who I am
How vulnerable I am 
I just need someone to be there 
When am breaking down 
I can allow a tear
I can allow a whimper
Not a good cry 
Not to Let go
If I do everything comes cramping down with me
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