Shall I compare thee to a funeral?
Where life can be full of pain and sorrow
from time to time feeling vulnerable
wishing tomorrow won’t be tomorrow
falling into an endless long black hole
screaming loudly, tears falling down my face
no one can hear the cries of my lost soul
my life is so useless, that it’s a waste
time goes by so slow, I wish it would end
like a beautiful big red rose, dying
looks and smells wonderful, but in the end
it sits there with no meaning, no reason for crying
hurting inside with no place to run
for me life is just no longer fun
Vanessa