Cope

Your sitting all alone waiting for your heart to break. Through trials and tribulations one seeks the power of the most high cause one doesn't know how much more one can take. Alone in a dark hole, disclosing all of your unforgetable woes. Asking the question, Is this the life i chose? who knows. For as the the outline of water, falls down off your face, You feel the core of empty space that hit's you hard and raw in that loving place. Pain, Strain, and no emotional gain play's at it's own symbolic beat Pressures of hidden treasures measures the timeline in victory of it's own defeat Turning pages of different rages only compounds into disfunctional stages. Seeing the shadows off reflection in the mirror looking for hope, Not wanting to see the true face, When your trying to cope. Tiffany Saxon