I try to smile. Often.
I could just cry. Fuck’em!
I used to dream. Sometimes.
I could just scream. Big times!
The tears have dried. Better.
The smiles I hide. Harder.
It doesn’t mean. I cope.
No need to dream. No hope.
There’s so much pain. Insane.
I am waiting for all.
There’s so much fear. In here.
I am waiting for life.
Not enough love. No love.
I am waiting for all...