All the rage and anger I'm bearing,
It keeps building
Like a thunderstorm nearing.
With all the hurt I'm feeling.
Trying to heal the wounds,
But all I'm doing,
Is just killing
The person,
Soul, Mind and Heart.
Just trying to begin a new start.
Without a chance to survive.
I'm slowly beginning to die.
Not knowing where I've went.
I've become very distant.
All alone you may say.
Left to find my own way.
On my own for years.
I've begun to treasure my tears.
They feel like the rain,
To show that I can still feel
The pain.
Searching for my happiness.
My place in this horrifying,
Troubled world.
Ending the search for loneliness,
Still being twirled.
Inspirelations 