His imagination and thoughts
Were expressed in the pictures he would draw.
And when he dies,
He shall live forever within them.
And be forever with his dreams.
Why do I let you treat me like this?
Am I that desparate to be in love?
I sacrafice and give up all that I have,
But you seem to always want more.
I'm done with feeling tired and sick,
And you cry you're feeling alone.
Don't you think I feel the same way?
I guess I was the stronger one.
So what is it now, you want it to end?
Are you that weak and shallow?
Why don't I have the strength to say,
Get out and leave me alone?
All alone, in an empty room,
Crying the pain away.
Fear and doubts, and all my stress
Weighing down my thoughts.
Asking God to do what He can.
Someone please help me.
Balancing between life and death,
Wondering where to go.
