Why is that we crave what we shouldn’t have?
Crave what we don’t need,
Looking past what is right in front of us?
Why is that we are not satisfied with the good,
And look forward to guilt?
At this moment my mind is a wasteland,
Intended for troubled thoughts and selfish acts.
At this moment I am guilty of wanting more,
Wanting what I don’t need.
I listen to their problems,
They confide in me.
They tell me
What’s on their mind.
But when I open my mouth,
They turn their heads.
They don’t want to hear
What’s on my mind.
I guess I’m just an ear,
Meant to hear, but never speak.
Let’s turn the page
In this book called Life.
Let’s see what is in store,
What kind of twists and turns.
Let’s try to continue on
Down this road, through these trees.
Let’s smile when want to cry,
Cry when we are dying just to survive.
Let’s see how quickly
Life can unravel.
Grief is what they call it,
Like hell is how she feels.
Most of the day she hides away,
Wrapped up in a cover-made coccoon.
Tears flow as steady as rain
For the one she can’t get back.
It’s a feeling that many cannot understand,
But grief is what they call it.