She told me, your pain … it’s nothing.
Whatever you went through, I’ve been
And with that she switched her drama switch on.
And strangely I couldn’t empathize with a word of what she said.
My heart belongs to the hurt,
to the rejected and to the
Sure, my heart offers compassion to the hurt
and the lonely.
But here she was, abused and broken,
trying to take away what rightfully belonged
That pain that you just undermined lady,
that’s my story… that’s how I built up what you see,
Don’t dismiss me ,
You don’t know me… Your life and
its dramas… They don’t belong to me.
They are yours, ask me how..?
How can I let this go..?
How can I be free..?
Don’t cheapen my story just because you had to
go through something different.
You will never understand my tenacity,
My heart and my courage…
To be inside me and go against strength
is something that you will never quite clearly grasp.
But take a look at my damaged petals,
at my broken wings, and at my scarred heart…
The damage that occurred to my spirit is far worse
But I guesss that We are both haunted, we both live with memories
that we wish to erase. And we both are not different.