Creativity Magazine
Shame comes from Awareness
Unfortunately so does KnowledgeWhy is it such a messKnowing just creates a wedge
Alone in my head,
I'm feeling so low,
No one can understand,
No one can know.
Here I am
Just stumbling down the street
The rain's pouring down
And I'm staring at my feet
But splashing on my feet it is
My tears and not the rain
They're salty and bloodstained
From my agonizing pain
Deep down inside,
I know it's my fault,
So I'm just going to lock it,
Away in my vault
But when I think about the way things are
The tears roll down my face
If only I could turn back time
I would've never ended up in this state
Tired of this I amBecause nothing changesSame routinesAnd same cries
These are not just my wordsTear of sorrow they areStop it if someone could If there be someone who care