The Reasons Why I Cry
Love is like my enemy instead of being for me heartache know
my life too well, why bother what the hell; lowered to less
than anything but a person life is a curiosity that you
begin to wonder is it really worth living for? degraded,
misunderstood, emotionally abuse by the hatefully lies
people put on me. Trying to stay strong through it all but
it get hard sometimes, sometimes you envy the life somebody
else has even though their may be no better than your own,
for that moment all you see is the self-respect others are
giving them and you wonder what is wrong with you and begin
to judge yourself as less than perfect. So much your going
through and people really have NO clue what you've gotten
through and what you ain't through yet; patience is a virtue
and two time the lover of your own love, told lies to and
cheated on how do you trust anyone now? so much stuff to
tell but so little words to say them in as you run low on
words to express yourself... one day. I can't make you
understand me nor can I make you listen but wear my shoes
and walk the mile in them too and you'll get a very rude
awaking to the reasons why I cry.
Copyright © Sharice Lewis | Year Posted 2008
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