Tears of a broken soul.

Det her er et digt jeg selv har skrevet, der er nogle mindre sprog fejl, man måske ville have rettet, men i mit hoved, giver det mening, selvom det ikke er rent grammatisk. Det handler om følelser.

Tears, Tears in my face,
Real tears, tears of real pain,
I put on my strong face,
I do not freak out, or break down,
But deep inside I just crumble on the ground,

Some days I wish I would just die, 

That my body would get the peace it needs, 

That my soul could go to heaven, 

That I would stay alive in the heart,

Of those who noticed me,

My life, my fights and my heart to care, 

To love no matter how hard the pain would be when it's gone.

I can lay here now, just smiling silent, 

Of a picture of your face, in my mind. 

Not knowing if I ever see you again. 

But I know the love for you is in my vains, the blood that flows. 

You are in my beating heart

And my shin and fragile bones, still standing strong. 

You fill my mind, my thoughts and my dreams, my words and ears. 

You fill my body with feelings I never had before, 

Not like this, this is real. 

Nothing in my life's been real, though I never lied, 

I just rarely gave out of my deepest mind, 

since there wasn't anything there to find. 

Never any joy in my life, 

Other than the ones I made up in my head. 

The dreams, the fantasy, the imagination, the faiths, truths, hopes and wishes. 

That some day, I would be able to be whoever I was. 

So much has happened in so few years, so much to deal with, so much pain. 

I keep pushing on, because I need to get to the other side,

To get my silent mind, to let the time, and nightmares wash out the horror in my mind. 

I'm sometimes scared not to get out, 

To die running through fire, for the water on the other side,

I'm scared of anything, anyone and anywhere, 

I see danger, where I go, and where I stay. 

YOU are my guardian angel. 

The protector of my heart, my soul and my will. 

I love you, always did, always will. 

No matter what I said, or say, or how hard I push you away. 

It's painful to see you suffer. 

It's a nightmare in the day, 

it's worrying and upsetting, and scary. 

It's a lot of pain, but compared to what I gain,

it's worth it. 

You are worth it. 

You are a hidden tresure, a golden kind, a lost soul walking around. 

You are looking for a right pill, a magic spell, a wise old man, or a hidden land. 

Sometimes it's so obvious, and yet so strange, 

that we never notice, before it's too late,

Grab a chance, stick to it,

Maybe, it can chance everything, 

The earth can crack, the sun burn out, 

The oceans dry in, and the wind get cold, 

But every day, I hope, I pray and wish for the day to come,where I can to go to bed, knowing my heart and mind is safe,..... and wake up, seeing a smile on your face.