Where does it come from?
Where does this darkness that eats my soul come from?
Why do I still feel so down, even with everything so up? These waves of despair...of melancholy...they just rise out of the ocean of my heart and batter the ship of my mind against the rocks of
of pain.
It hurts.
But I don't know what it is...it's as if there's some huge part of me that the rest of me just screams for...aches for. Like when you skin your knee, and your knee hurts for the parts of it that are left behind.
Except it's not my knee.
It's my soul. My heart. My something.
And it hurts..
I don't know why.
I shall overcome. I fight it everyday, and everyday I get stronger.
(so does the pain)
Why do I still feel so down, even with everything so up? These waves of despair...of melancholy...they just rise out of the ocean of my heart and batter the ship of my mind against the rocks of
of pain.
It hurts.
But I don't know what it is...it's as if there's some huge part of me that the rest of me just screams for...aches for. Like when you skin your knee, and your knee hurts for the parts of it that are left behind.
Except it's not my knee.
It's my soul. My heart. My something.
And it hurts..
I don't know why.
I shall overcome. I fight it everyday, and everyday I get stronger.
(so does the pain)