I'm crying every night.
Before I sleep.
People told me to let it all out.
I can't.
I will die.
I know its not good to keep for too long.
But I'm still here alive.
Because, I was told by me that my tears come out from my blood stream.
Realizing Never To Love But Bound To
Fearing Unknown But To Live With It
Dark Rain Outside To Halt My Heart
But I Made Lust Strong To Continue
Courage Took The Pace I Never Would
Step Forward I Refused And Never Continue
For Me For Thy Nothing Have Gained
This poem, written by mood. Never to have feelings to rewrite it.
A special message hidden within. Never to be found out.
Cry I shall.
Randoms,
EMO
My world turned black and WHITE @
9:52 PM
9:52 PM