If it's time

If I could cry I would.
Too many tears to shed.
If I could die,
I would dig my grave for now.
Too much pain in life to live with.
If I could mail my heart to you
To witness the abuse,
maybe then you would understand.

Smiles and laughter are forbidden.
Love seems to cease me.
Saddness seems to haunt me.

All I need is one to protect me.
Embrace my heart
Accept the way I love.

A lover would smoothe my pain,
One to hold me till then,
It won't be love.
But it would be of the somewhat.

Dreams seem to haunt me.
Ghost come and go.
Where is yourlife? they ask me.
It's like a bleeding game.

Joy and love is non-exsiting for me.
Don't you understand?

If I could cry, I would.
If I could die, I would dig my grave for now.
If I could mail my heart to you,
to witness the abuse.
Maybe you would understand.

A Day Yester Year

It breaks a heart
but this day I left you, yesteryear
my mind still doesn't forget you
I had my excuses
This list unscrolls as long the road heads out there.

What do I do without you now?
How do I survive?
How do I face another sunlight?
oh another moments comes to mind.

This the day I left yesteryear.
I called each moment now for a year and
the strangest thing hits me now!
Such silly matters over love and I lost you.

I had my excuses
This list unscrolls miles long
But my regrets go on forever, where ever this road ends.

This is the one day I wish to undo.
Take back anything said and actions done.
Take back anything that breaks a heart.
Now I wonder,
What do I do without you now?
How do I survive?
How do I face another sunrise?

You are on my mind
Those eyes how they light up a mile when they smile.
How you show your love.
Oh it was full of love.

Now I wonder
What do I do without you now?
How do I survive?
How do I face another sunrise without you in my life?
what do I do without you now?

The Bittersweet

Filled with hate then love.
Raising voice, echos through these walls.
Past memories stirring up such burning.
Is this I? Is hate really defining me?
Melting of hate replacing it with guilt.
This is frustration from all the regrets.
Calling out to be heard with a silent voice.
Do you understand me?
It is the bittersweet of life.