Many People say what they want to say to be heard
I speak because that’s what my heart tells me.
My heart thinks of lonely times, when my mind tries to break from it
When I look and see the things that I have been through and accomplished in my life
I feel not much
My tears I cry now are from not being hurt, but
From judgment from the opposite.
I linger from cries because I grow tired from it
Why should my heart have pain when yours is full of pride, doubts, and no cares of the matter, but I tell this not another day will I have hell in my eyes or soak in the brimstone you try to bury me in. Today is my day, the day I made.
Nevermore will it hurt
Nevermore will it suffer, Nevermore any feelings that I have.
This picture, which is perfect, is my perfect picture.
This picture I have cannot be taken.
For it is mine for the keeping.