I can’t believe that a big chunk of my life was spent chasing convenience. There was always something nagging somewhere in the body. It is almost like I have lived through pain for the most part. What is worse is that I had accepted that,
Squinting in the dark, I try to find my light With my careful eyes; They are burning With a flame that’s crackling My body and soul, That’s making this pain Hard to bear. I have a dream in my eyes That’s keeping me alive From
I know it is hard to get, But those little soft fingers You have rolled up in your palms Are anything but innocent; They have scraped against someone’s insides; You have come from a place of pain. They have suffered in silence When you were eating