the sunniest days leave the darkest nights,
seasons shift while I constantly need to fight,
I don’t see the beauty you glimps from a twinkling light,
while the leaves turn colour, I only see black and white.
hope is a foreign feeling I no longer enjoy,
all it does is leave me feeling like a forgotten toy.
it reeks havoc when ever near,
and now it leaves me in constant fear.
all I know is hope that’s been broken,
making my soul very soft spoken.
undeserving of many things,
like an angel with clipped wings.
how do you hold on when things get tough?
all I know is things get rough.
sometimes I wish I was never born.
a soul that has been repeatedly torn.
hope is a foreign feeling I no longer enjoy,
all it does is leave me feeling like a forgotten toy.
it reeks havoc when ever near,
and now it leaves me in constant fear.
all I know is hope that’s been broken,
making my soul very soft spoken.
undeserving of many things,
like an angel with clipped wings.
why stay when all it offers is disappointment,
the disparity that leaves resentment.
I hate my self more than any other,
for I can’t get out of this, my precious mother.
