When your eyes cry you always seem to try and push all the tears away.
Never knowing which way you will travel next, which route will hold the key.
Somehow you just let tears fall to the boards of the floor, rolling off your cheek.
Mellow and sad not always understanding and surpassing each hill you have climbed.
Fear sets in as you begin to panic.
Feeling manic and in disarray, stress begins to cloud your focus among your boggled mind.
so distraught and upset felling that life is not following the path which you envision in your journey.
You begin to sweet, get clammed hands and tremble with horror of your path your in along your way.
Bitter sweet seems sour and raw now as your turmoil becomes more real.
You thought that you would find happiness soon, yet you’ve watched it all be taken away and disappear out…
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