GRAVEYARD

Nothing is wrong with life,
Everything just seems wrong.

I have no where to hide my tears,
or to heal a broken heart.

Every room, hall, street seems sway,
as of they don’t want me.

I am just like a jailed prisoner,
a thousand thoughts cross his way.

Every day harder to live,
Every moment striving in pain.

Questioning my Identity,
trying to breath so hard.

Will this ever end,
is my only thought.

There must be hope,
There must be reason indeed.

This world our life given,
it cant be without any mean.

He must have something in store,
waiting to fulfill my destiny.

Yes, If I were not a believer of God,
I would of long been in a GraveYard.