When I look in the mirror, all that I can see is emptiness inside of me and I ask my self…Who am I?
On the outside it seems to clear… I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a mother, a lover…but who am I?
Every morning when I awake, I tell myself it is time to put on a show...don’t want no one to know, what I feel when I am alone. I can’t let them see the tears I cry... As keep all my fears hidden deep inside…
I tell myself; I do not know how much more I can take before this life I choose to forsake…It seems to easy to just end it with pills or a knife… then I kiss my kid goodnight as I tell myself it is for them I need to continue this fight…
But I am finding it harder to pretend each day… trying to convince myself everything will be o.k....I tell myself that I can’t quit… that I need to stay strong… that for them I need to hang on…
As I cry myself to sleep… I pray for an end to this sorrow…hopeful for a better tomorrow…
Last night I had a dream… I dreamed I was buried alive… I tried to scream… Everyone I knew was near… they just stood there and stared.. seeming like to not have cared…
I found it hard to breath beneath the rubble of use to be my life… All the struggles… all the pain.. I only had myself to blame..
Suddenly it got dark and it began to rain… everyone disappeared… I was left alone.. .once again to survive on my own…
I awoke and began to cry… asked the lord, “ how much harder do you want me to try”?
Life it seems to easy to others around me...they seem so happy…so in control or do they too put on a show… so no one will know? When will I be free…find the real me?...
On the outside it seems to clear… I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a mother, a lover…but who am I?
Every morning when I awake, I tell myself it is time to put on a show...don’t want no one to know, what I feel when I am alone. I can’t let them see the tears I cry... As keep all my fears hidden deep inside…
I tell myself; I do not know how much more I can take before this life I choose to forsake…It seems to easy to just end it with pills or a knife… then I kiss my kid goodnight as I tell myself it is for them I need to continue this fight…
But I am finding it harder to pretend each day… trying to convince myself everything will be o.k....I tell myself that I can’t quit… that I need to stay strong… that for them I need to hang on…
As I cry myself to sleep… I pray for an end to this sorrow…hopeful for a better tomorrow…
Last night I had a dream… I dreamed I was buried alive… I tried to scream… Everyone I knew was near… they just stood there and stared.. seeming like to not have cared…
I found it hard to breath beneath the rubble of use to be my life… All the struggles… all the pain.. I only had myself to blame..
Suddenly it got dark and it began to rain… everyone disappeared… I was left alone.. .once again to survive on my own…
I awoke and began to cry… asked the lord, “ how much harder do you want me to try”?
Life it seems to easy to others around me...they seem so happy…so in control or do they too put on a show… so no one will know? When will I be free…find the real me?...
