Have you ever, felt so bad;
that your eyes turned red,
and found no one there to hold your hand.
Have you ever, felt so alone;
that you don't walk to home,
and change your path;
to find some peaceful spot.
Sometimes, that's all we want,
A space and some time for ourselves.
Sometimes, we need to cry.
To come back stronger than ever before,
'cause it never makes us weak,
But to heal the broken soul inside.
So I'm doing it in my way,
Going to the highway.
That's where I find,
Perfect place to cry.
Darkness surrounds me,
No one around me.
That's where I find,
Perfect place to cry.
Sometimes, you'll find it hard,
To say your words.
And big bad man, will get all the fun,
For the work, that you've done.
And you'll stay in the shade,
Forever and ever.
Do you lose your smile?
Or shout at others?
Have you been used to this?
Or take some another,
Path to find a peaceful spot.
To cry, to fix your broken heart.
So I'm doing it in my way,
Going to the highway.
That's where I find,
Perfect place to cry.
Where these memories have last,
right there I have buried my past.
That's where I find,
Perfect place to cry.
It's okay to cry my darlin' ,
Shed your tears and let go the pain away.
Yeah it's a sign and not warning,
That you don't always have to pretend
to be okay.
So I'm doing it in my way,
Going to the highway.
That's where I find,
Perfect place to cry.
Where heart's weight falls down,
Frozen feet walks out.
That's where I find,
Perfect place to cry.
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Stream Of Thoughts
PoetrySometimes my thoughts are violent, Sometimes they bring me to the light. Sometimes I sit in silence, Sometimes I'm running for my life. Just random thoughts that I write for motivating myself when I'm struggling from daily life problems and these ar...
