It's stifling, humid
My soul can't breathe
My heart can't beat
It's too late
The fog has taken over
My mind, my brains
While a frost is
Running through my veins
It's too late.
In my heart, a flood
A downpour of grief
Even a thousand thoughts of happiness
Cannot bring me any relief.
It's too late.
It's over.
It's done.
I'm done.
I'm fine.
[ bericht aangepast op 15 dec 2016 - 22:34 ]
Even as we grieved, we grew; even as we hurt, we hoped; even as we tired, we tried