Seven Days
Seven days ago,
I thought my world was dead
The truth stung my lips and cursed my heart
Being ashamed never cured an open wound
Hoping for love in the face of defiance,
proves to be bitter
seven days ago,
l felt a cold blow to my head
the taste of blood was almost sweet
as i coughed up every drop of my privacy
alone in my views, with out understanding
hypocrite, sinner, scoundrel, liar, deceiver, traitor
all of these things, i hear ringing in my ears
my heart stands silent
seven days ago
i realized that children grow up
it’s not only their opinion that makes the world shine
perhaps… there is more to life then pleasing
perhaps, we are meant to have a bit of pleasure ourselves
seven days ago,
they wouldn’t look at me
they couldn’t speak to me
they cried and thought me dead
i’ve never felt more alive.
i’ll never regret what happened
seven days ago…
