Feelings
My life is like a picture..
No wrinkles nor any tears..
Always happy.. everyone's there.
But then it is forgotten.. and gets all wrinkled up.
The people are torn apart.. and can't be put back together.
What was once now perfect..
Can now never be the same.
And now when I look happily at all the flowers
I just can't admit that inside I've been crying for hours..
I cannot take this anymore..
I'm sinking and no one can save me..
The picture was torn apart..
Never to be perfect again