Who I Am
Last night ,
I start a fight,
Which I wont win
Because of my scenes
Do I love or ,
Is It just a feeling
Of well being
Sent from a star,
My heart want
Something to big
To look for, to hunt
That my mind cant feed
I think maybe ,
I’ll should leave ,
Set my heart free ,
Like falling leave,
Why fighting with my friend,
If I know that I’ll lose at the end,
So one question remains ,
What to do then?
Over all the mistake ,
I did in my life,
Maybe I should take ,
My tears and sink,
In the ocean of forgiveness,
And take God as best friend ,
My tears as a bless ,
And my pain to an end,
I never think about ,
The real meaning pain,
Now I know it’s the amount,
Of tears that rain,
My life is hell,
Which I choose to live in,
Can she ring the bell ,
And make me believe in,
Why do I exist?
Can my parent tells,
Or am I the beast ,
Who’s killing myself?
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