Pain hurts, very much, It is easy to be fake when
You hear a voice, my strength and faith fades
And breaks away because with all your judgments
I AM LESS. I lose who I am, and what I was
I will confide in you, and will never die
Because with your million plus lies
I still manage to smile. Even with all the piles
Of hurt shame and regrett. I am shot
And shot again, with your blood worthy arrows.
You uproot me from my home and to anyone
WHO KNOWS...I still breathe. For me and my
Story, my secrets are never told, they
Will never be seen, and she will never release.
ARE YOU THERE. Can you hear me. I AM HERE