What would you do,
If I finally wanted to break,
If I wanted to scream,
To fall down on my knees.
Scream to heaven,
Make the sky turn grey
And finally feel the rain,
Which will wash away the pain.
Feel the ground between my fingers,
And fell in deep comatose.
I just hate to feel like this,
To be so hollow inside.
I'm sick and tired to hear those voices.
To read those selfish words.
How dear they???
Who give them rights to judge?
What would you do,
If I stand up,
If I wake up from comatose,
What would you do ?
No more sorrow, no more rain.
No more voices in my head,
no more selfish words.
They have no rights.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your rage. I think I'd die from the shock of it.
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if the sky really turns gray when you scream to the heavens i want you to know that we need rain here and you are always welcome to vent...
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