I Believe...

Poetry

I Believe...

To feel the pain...

I have to believe...

Being left behind...

Being by my side...

To feel the pain...

I have to believe...

My eyes are to see...

My ears are to hear...

My mouth is to speak...

My heart is to feel...

My legs are to walk...

My arms are to hug...

My hands are to touch...

My heart is to love...

Mornings are the same...

Days doesn't seem to change...

Nights are just passing by...

Feels like there's no life...

Hour's are like misery...

Minutes are so cloudy...

Seconds are just flying...

Feels like the world is dying...

To feel the pain...

I have to believe...

To shine where there's light...

I have to love my life...

To feel the pain...

I have to believe...

I have to believe...

To feel the pain...

sad poetry
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Anna Christian

I grew up in Hungary in a foster home.I built my whole life on music.It always filled up a very special place in my heart, it still does, and it always will.Music always gave me strength, made me feel safe, and made me stronger as a person. 



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