I cried in my bed,
Hugging my blanket.
Enliven as a person,
But a person is not as kind.
A blanket is soft
And big and warm,
Like loving mother
Pets gently your head.
As you crying on her shoulder,
It doesn't say a word,
Doesn't call me a baby,
And let me be insane.
My heart is hurting,
and my tears run down my face,
I remember my past.
I remember their faces,
I imagine how did I manage to live another day.
I hug myself,
"Its fine, its's fine",
I choose to be my warrior,
To my chronic tears,
I inhale
Good thoughts,
I exhale
The pain.
Now I have done comfort
And wounded the pain.
I sleep and wake up
To face another day.
