4 corners of the room,
I stare at the pitch-black ceiling point blank.
Wasted by liquor, drowned by my emotions.
Deep within me, a heart that wonders and a
Soul that wanders.
A body that’s tired, too numb to feel
A mind that’s not functioning well enough to think.
Deep within me are regrets
Deep within me are questions
Never in my life, I’ve felt so alone,
Abandoned by the world.
Deep within me is a child that cries,
Longing for understanding by people who cares
Deep within me is a voice that yells,
Screaming for help to those who understands.
Others think I’m strong and can carry the world.
But deep within me is a weak sheep that longs for a hug and
A shoulder to cry on.
Nobody knows who I really am,
Nobody knows what I can become.
Deep within me is a person
Deep within me is a child
Deep within me is a voice
Deep within me are the weaknesses I have.
Words may leave unspoken, actions never shown
Feelings never expressed.
But deep within me is what I really am.
This is more than my heart speaking, more than my soul is feeling
And more than my body could ever show.
Deep within me…deep within klaubette.
entry originally posted @ bettylicious.blogdrive.com
