I am trying to push my tears aside, <br />praying to Him, for sorrows to divide. <br />Frantically I am searching for a shade, <br />though all I see is a razor blade. <br />Tortured, crippled, dragged into gloom, <br />life is no more than a shattered dream. <br />Papa's angel, Mama's darling, <br />now a broken verse which noone can sing.<br /><br />joana bluementhal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hope-this-life-wasn-t-mine/
