Monday, September 19, 2011
♥ Thoughts
To write it is to deny,
To write it is to prove,
To write how I feel is the one thing I could do.
The complexity of humans,
The complexity of thoughts,
That conjure such feelings that I hated so much.
Through the years I've been through,
Happiness is one feeling that's forgotten,
When endless pain and sadness have past through.
How I wish that it could end,
Those negative thoughts that I have,
To save this life from misery.
Though prayers I get peace,
That serenity that last for minutes,
The strength was given by All Mighty,
Whom I can be who I am without any pretense.
Sometimes I so sick of being me,
The one whom I have to please,
Like I don't live for myself but for someone,
That is just not me.
To write it is to prove,
To write how I feel is the one thing I could do.
The complexity of humans,
The complexity of thoughts,
That conjure such feelings that I hated so much.
Through the years I've been through,
Happiness is one feeling that's forgotten,
When endless pain and sadness have past through.
How I wish that it could end,
Those negative thoughts that I have,
To save this life from misery.
Though prayers I get peace,
That serenity that last for minutes,
The strength was given by All Mighty,
Whom I can be who I am without any pretense.
Sometimes I so sick of being me,
The one whom I have to please,
Like I don't live for myself but for someone,
That is just not me.
11:43 PM
