Help me.
As lonely as life sometimes can be,
So lonely do I now feel.
Though I’m not alone,
I find myself hide on my own.
I sit down and cry,
I cry along with my heart,
I cry with my mind.
I’m afraid to look in the mirror,
Afraid of what I will see,
Afraid of me.
Whenever I see a reflection of myself,
I turn around,
And scream within,
It scares me out.
Why did God make a thing like me,
A thing I can’t describe.
And why can’t we all be turned around,
So people saw my inner beauty,
Not the fearful out.
Maybe time will heal my wounds,
Wounds I’ve marked myself with,
Wounds others don’t see,
Wounds only I can feel.
Tears they feel like part of me,
Tattooed tears on my soul.
Maybe one day I will be what I aim to be,
As beautiful as a black night,
With stars, burning hope with their light.
Made by me myself, its just how i feel sometimes, how we all do feel sometimes, dontu fink? Last edited on Sunday April 30th, 2006 12:28 by blackthang
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