The days change,
and so do I.
In light I laugh in dark I cry.
Soft songs and friendly advice,
will not help pay the price.
Many whispers dance continuously in my head,
are they from life? or are they from the dead?
A smile I paint on my face.
I try to make the dark leave without leaving a trace.
As everything changes so do I.
Smiles lead to frowns and determination leads to desolation.
Do you hear me cry?
Do you want me to die?
Days change to months and months change to years.
Waiting for light, I cry so many tears.
No matter what words I say, I know they are muted
for no one to hear,
just to be ignored, disgraced by all my peers.
I know you, my dear will be like a tree,
live long until you rot.
Enjoy it because by your side, I will not.
V.V