Sometimes it's hard... (poesi kapittel)

Broken soul.

She is screaming but nobody hear,
And if they did would they even care?
Oh the outside she seems to be so cool,
But her heart she thinks the world is cruel.

Although he killed something deep inside her,
She pretends she is fine; she is a good actor,
By that time she was only a girl,
After what happened she is now so old.

She feel the pain go away,
When she sees the blood flowing out, cuts and scars is what peace is about,
She hides the marks and no one will ever find out, about how she really feels.

Because of him she now just can't believe,
That a thing called love could anything achieve,
He took her pride and he took her hope,
Now act unmoved is the thing she can cope.


She feel the pain go away,
When she sees the blood flowing out, cuts and scars is what peace is about,
She hides the marks and no one will ever find out, about how she really feels.

One day a guy if she really is fine,
He touches her scars whit a look she can't define,
He really is worried and he really cares,
She looks at him and bursts in to tears.

She realizes that he had heard her scream,
The world is not so cruel it sometimes seems,
He makes her happy for real and she thinks,
That you could always rise no matter how low you sinks.


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