I started talking to walls Plants Doors Anything with ears to listen So many lines of thoughts Running like gushing streams But nowhere to go but inward And my stock grows… and grows If I let the world know Of the depth of the hurt It becomes too …
The pain of conveying And not being received The distance that exists Between those who are supposed to be close All we need is a connection But yet the effort it takes to create That which we need We keep away To prevent awkward collisions Or we over sell …
I made friends with sorrowFor I feel what everyone is hidingThe world has an endless supplySo I had to make peace with it I have not made friends with angerFor I learned that it can hurtSo I forbade myself from feeling itAnd am now facing the consequence What value is …