Alone doesn't hurt anymore
The pain's to strong to feel it
alone doesn't work anymore
there's no one left to heal it
if i turn my back on it all
and walk away from this place
then maybe someone will find
these dried up tears on my face
Poor things
She could have been so
smart so rich
she could have been so
loved so blessed
she could have been but,
she lost her grip
To many voices
none of them mine
there're far to loud
to hear my pain inside
if i could leave this world
leave it all behind
would they all shut up
and watch my suicide....ride?
Faith doesn't come from inside
you've got to go and get it
faith doesn't stay by your side
you've got to no regret it
If i look my faith in the eyes
and let my tears flow with grace
then maybe someday I'll find
a life for me to embrace
I can show them all
what they never could see
once they watch my fall
they'll finally notice the
if i just lost my grip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi, brittany, your poem was really touching. Will you take the time to read my poems the flickering flame, the inner angel and depression is an illness, i feel they may have some connection with your poem.