How does the rose open its heart and give the world its beauty?. It bathes in the light, the love of the sun encouraging its blooming. You be the ground where nothing is sown and plant the seeds of love to grow.
I was so tired of being alone, I was so tired of listening to the in my head, Telling myself I wasn't good enough to be happy or proud or loving to myself, What kind of life is that?.
Sometimes I get so silent. I can hear my heartbeat. Sometimes I get so silent. The memories come back to me. . But now I know, there is suffering no one should have to feel.
Sometimes I get so silent. I can hear my heartbeat. Sometimes I get so silent. The memories come back to me. . But now I know, there is suffering no one should have to feel.
I was born with wings yet I chose to crawl. Through my mind like a desert void of anything. Anything good at all. Now I hold my head up high. Hang the noose up on the wall.