I see the stars each night
I know I will be great
I feel people's pain and passion.
But why can't I help me?
I'm around people
My mind is blurred as the surface of the ocean
I talk, I laugh but I'm gone
With the winds with no direction.
But why can't I help me?
There isn't love or trust
I can willingly give back
I've been offered gold and diamonds
But I seem very unhappy.
Why can't I help me?
Life could be crude
Life could be adventurous
Life could mean "live"
But why can't I help myself?
I am shelter when others feel pain
I am comforting when approached
I am loved by the world.
Why can't I love myself?
Why can't I feel other people's joy?
Some might call me selfish
Some might call me stupid
But if only they could feel my pain
If only they understood.
I never wished to be sad
No one would.
But that is what I'm going through
I know things would get better
I would feel like a baby again,
I would watch the sunrise
With someone I might fall in love.
But till then,Why can't I help myself?
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