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The need to Break open
Wishen I could have it my way,
wishen someone would understand,
the pain, the sorrow.
But no,
pressure everywhere,
yearning for an endless sleep.
Needing comfort,
but nothing helps,
no ones there.
Pushing and shoving,
yelling and threatning,
falling apart.
Crying and crying,
wanting what it this life,
its a prison of yells,
nothing is enough.
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