Ink of Tears

Full of tears
that will not fall
from wounds
no doctor can mend

If the Gods
have chosen
that we will survive
there must be a reason.

Oh Lord, let me
have my choice
let me prove myself
I so pledge to you this promise
writing with an Ink of tears

Tired...

I embraced myself
and accepted my heart
where did it lead me to?
Oh Lord, what have I become?
A monster, a loner, ridiculous
I used to be able to dream, to love
now even that seems impossible.
I do not understand what lead me to this
I thought I had a choice, but
it seems that I simply outgrew it
and fed on my own expectations.
I know I'm worth of something better
I wish, I could wish again
I wish, I would dream, feel and love again
I'm tired of hating... I'm sick of it...