This Would Be So Hard
She hurt, in pain, and dying when everything around her just changed and went. She could not do anything, just couldn't. That's hurt her a lot.
The more she do to accept the feeling the more she get hurt until she can't breathe anymore. She couldn't, just couldn't.
Why? This would be so hard. Because nobody else's words can define her pain. Really? Could she just live like this anymore? She didn't know either what should she did or what she felt, but she knew that she was hurt.
Why? This would be so hard. Because nobody else's words can define her pain. Really? Could she just live like this anymore? She didn't know either what should she did or what she felt, but she knew that she was hurt.
She was just questioning "could she live anymore?" she didn't know. Lately, the sky and the wind couldn't tell her what should she does, just because she doesn't want to see the sky and wind, why? she doesn't know.
She just want to give up, just it but why? she doesn't know. How could she just didn't know anything?
The words sometimes really hurt her so much; humans could not hurt her as if the words hurt her so well.
The words sometimes really hurt her so much; humans could not hurt her as if the words hurt her so well.
She was just bleeding in the red bloom in every breath which she had. She is hurt, so hurt. However still, she's questioning "could I live anymore?"
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