It’s sometimes hard to cope, as people tend to be ignorant
I try to protect myself with music, cos the rhythm takes away my pain.
I’ve been dieing inside, little by little, putting a happy face out to everyone but living with a heavy heart. Feeling like the rejected one.
Decisions are meant to be made and so are choices. But are they not better made when there is someone to talk to?
Sadly my childhood years are over, and so are my play days. I’ve grown to become a loner, saying little with words and emotions but more with my eyes and heart. Consolation I take in so many material things which are not meant to be, and I pray to God in my heart for help. To give me the peace I so badly desire.
And I wait. Patiently for the answers to my silent prayers.
Yes, I wait. And hope everything will be alright.