How am I to stay happy
When everything around me is falling?
The words stings more than the abuses
And whips slashes more than just a skin.
The pierced yelling of suppression have
Marked my heart as the target to give in.
My silent plead is filled with nothingness
And my dying heart needs a sheild.
For how long am I to bear this pain
Till there is anything left at all?
For how long must I hold on
When from inside I'm burnt and gone?
I wish for all this to be over
But it still keeps coming back to me.
Everytime when the punches grow,
Death is all I can see.