Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

When I was little I thought
 It was easy to write - to be a writer.  
But now, everything has changed for me,
And I think it's really difficult.

  I am hurt by every word I write on the paper, 
I am hurt by every story I tell to the people.
 I am an ocean of contradictory feelings,
 My blood boils under my shirt - 
Paintings of wounds under unspoken tear. 

 When the past mixes with the present
 And I don't know who I am anymore, 
I fall to pieces on the sheet you read 
When you feel alone...

  I always find the words 
I hid for a while, 
But I know I have to fall many times
To understand better this life.