Why can’t I cry? I’m fed up But I can’t cry. I wake up each day They expect me To be fine. I tell them
Category: Emotional
Innocence
Innocence is pure It’s very precious Innocence is like A new born baby Being brought Up in a chaotic World. Pure as the sunrise. Over
Not my place
Part of me wants to change. The other wants to stay the same. Feeling like it’s Not my place But still Wanting to Take part.
Won’t Stop
I am been dragged Into the dark. I don’t want to go. I am fighting Trying to keep it in. I just don’t want to
Can’t
Keep your head up. You got to raise up. You are better. Don’t go back. Temptation is hardTo over come. Picking up their slack. Making
Tell Me
Pushing. I’m pushing. Ignoring the small thoughts That appear While I’m busy . I spend more time Mentally moving My thoughts Than concentrating On my
