I want to cry so bad
but the tears are stuck inside
you come and rescue me
and show me someplace to hide
I need a place of my own
someplace to get away
untill the hurt is gone
please tell me that you'll stay
I'm drowning
can't you tell
you come to save me
save my from myself
The pain is nothing
compared to all these scars
of all my broken hearts
locked away in jars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In Jars we keep our injuries let us not judge them so....they were our teachers...good or bad....let the quiet place be sitting in a field letting mind/heart roam free.....a quote by JR