January the 6th

You walked away, I stayed,

I waited and i prayed.

I ran, I hoped, I cried,

but it just fell apart.

I'm living my life thinking "It's just ok!".

I have what I need, I have my own way.

But there's just this feeling that something is wrong

That something is missing incredibly strong.

It's not letting me sleep, It's not letting me try.

I say that I'm happy and I see how I lie.

I'm not giving up, i'm not gonna die.

I try and I fight not to break down and cry.

But it's just so hard, i can feel them, my tears.

it's as impossible as getting over my fears.

Yes I do have a hope and I'll fight 'till the end.

For those precious moments that I want to spend.

Life goes on with instants of pain, 

waves of joy, titles of fame.

And it's my job to live it, whatever it costs,

not just to exist like an impersonal ghost.

Reviews

[Silent Lover]

This is raw and real. Realness is a vanishing quality of man, it is nice to see it here. Thank you.

[Rene Velez]

cool write, life and struggle, inner obstacles, and survival, oh I have seen my share...