Un-Compassionate
THE WORLD IS COLD AS THE SUN TURNS AWAY AND DOESN'T EVEN LOOK BACK.
WITHOUT A SIGNAL OR EVEN A SIGH IT DIDN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE.
MY SKIN GOT TOUGHER AND MY HEART GOT STRONGER SOMETIMES IT SEEMS AS IF I CANNOT LIVE IN THIS WORLD NO LONGER.
BUT I GOT TO KEEP FIGHTING AND NOT LET THE WORLD SEE ME STRUGGLE OR SEE ME FALL.
I HAVE TO KEEP IT MOVING EVEN IF I HAVE TO CRAWL.
PEOPLE THINK THAT I AM JUST A JOKE JUST A RUG THEY CAN WALK.
JUST THINKING OF THEM MAKES MY INNER SOUL SPEAK.
I SEEK NO ONE BUT THE HEAVENLY FATHER AND THAT'S ALL.
THE WIND RAISES UP AND SHATTERS THE WEAK TO THE POINT TO WHERE CANNOT TAKE A PEAK.
BRUISES AND WOUNDS ARE NOT ONLY ON THE FLESH BUT IN THE SPIRIT AND THE SOUL.
HOW CAN A PERSON ALLOW ANOTHER PERSON TO BRING THEM DOWN KEEPING THEM FROM BEING WHO THEY ARE INTENDED TO BE.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2011
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