As my tears fall down my face,
I know I have lost my place.
Now all I feel are the salty tears,
I’ll prove you wrong, I’ll go on living,
I think my heart can go on believing.
Thou I feel dead inside,
If I smile, I will be trying.
So, as I pick the pieces up,
My shattered life in a cup.
That I may put them back together.
My life will get better, I’m not giving up.
Good- bye memory.
May you be locked up in your own misery.
While I move on in my life,
If I ever get back to where I was will be a mystery.

Tags: Longing, Sadness, Thoughts