HOURS OF CRYING
Hours of crying,
Under the covers.
Thinking of the mistakes I did,
Thinking of the chances I didn’t take,
Wondering the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what would have beens’
.
Life that’s never enough
Always want more than what it offers.
Living has become too hard
With the judgments I got every single day,
Pointing fingers and commenting about my existence.
The path that I took,
Is it safe?
The decision that I made,
Is it the right one?
Was it the right choice?
Was it?
Wish I could escape,
Wish I could say it will just fade away.
But I know it won’t
And it never will,
‘Cause I have been scarred
So hard,
So deep,
And it will take a lot of time to heal.
Tired of pain,
Tired of hurt,
Tired of crying,
And tired of keeping it just to myself.
Tired of trying,
Tired of pretending,
Tired of being who I am
And tired of being judged all the time.
Can I just escape?
Can I just run away?
I can’t breathe,
I can’t take it anymore.
I need to let go,
To be let go,
From all the pain, the hurt and the crying,
Don’t matter anymore
If its them or it’s me,
I need to let this go,
To be let go.
© M. Danh
Under the covers.
Thinking of the mistakes I did,
Thinking of the chances I didn’t take,
Wondering the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what would have beens’
.
Life that’s never enough
Always want more than what it offers.
Living has become too hard
With the judgments I got every single day,
Pointing fingers and commenting about my existence.
The path that I took,
Is it safe?
The decision that I made,
Is it the right one?
Was it the right choice?
Was it?
Wish I could escape,
Wish I could say it will just fade away.
But I know it won’t
And it never will,
‘Cause I have been scarred
So hard,
So deep,
And it will take a lot of time to heal.
Tired of pain,
Tired of hurt,
Tired of crying,
And tired of keeping it just to myself.
Tired of trying,
Tired of pretending,
Tired of being who I am
And tired of being judged all the time.
Can I just escape?
Can I just run away?
I can’t breathe,
I can’t take it anymore.
I need to let go,
To be let go,
From all the pain, the hurt and the crying,
Don’t matter anymore
If its them or it’s me,
I need to let this go,
To be let go.
© M. Danh