Saturday, October 29, 2005
She wants to go home.
But nobody's at home.
There's where she lies.
Broken inside.
No place to go.
To dry her eyes.
She's lost inside.
Sometimes she needs to be alone.
Tears,is not something she is proud of.
Tears,something so hurting.
Memories are like daggers.
Piercing into her heart repeatedly.
No way out.
Life is a play.
We act in order to succeed.
Yet,our hearts are filled with miseries.
Is this what we really desire?
Time crawls by,
as we continue our tough journey.
There is no turning back.
A good ending is what we need.
``pigGycY ; 7:31 pm