Strong People Feel Weak Sometimes
I can’t begin to explain how much it hurts to express myself in words.
There’s nowhere to turn when you’re not well known, not even within your own home, and there’s not much to learn from being alone.
And I’m jealous of those with a broken heart, because I’ve never felt love even from the start.
So I clear out my head and I write down some lines, I pour out my heart in the hope that people will open there minds and accept that even strong people feel weak some times.
I wish that I could go back in time because my social withdrawal is something I would love to rewind because I’ve lost some great friends with whom I had shared some great times.
But these negative emotions must be put in the past.
The time has come to face up to this f*** hard task of renewing old friendships and seeking out a new path, because my personality has been wearing a mask which must now be torn up, in order for me to be revived, It’s time for me to re-arrive, and in tribute to a great band that helped me through a tough time well I’m going to tear down my wall and I’m going to come back to life.
Beautiful poem! Thanks for the contribution!