marwouta

   I always cry,but no one hears my voice..Ialways scream,but no one feels my pain..I can't stand myself,I can't stand this confusion I'm living,...I'm writing in the dark,despite the moon light around me...I just can't see it. I do see the dark ,but I can't see the light....I can feel the pain,but I can't feel the joy...I'm not even seeing the words i'm writing , because it's not my hand that i'm wrting with..nor my mind,..but it's my bleeding heart....I feel every word I'm writing as a knife scratching on a tree...

I'm breething not air,..but pain.Everything around me seem so made up,even me.Why believing in oneself is so painful...is it too hard to dream, or is is that bad to have a desire to spread one's wings and fly above the light..and feel free....free of all people's attention,expectation and envy.My tears are so warm that my eyes can't stand them...which makes me cry deeply,silently,totally inside of me....

I hear voices,not people's voices...but my dreams and desires ones..It's true I'm a young girl...but I'll always be as long as no one allows me to find out how does a big girl live....how does a big girl feel...how does a big girl think..

Hope is the engine of life...so what would that life be without it...The tiniest things can make a huge difference...even though you might not believe in that...but it's true against the will of everyone......

So let me free my wings...let me enjoy my life...let me grow in peace...let me dream and fulfill my dreams...let me wish for tomorrow....Don't attach me...let my fingers write the words of a song I wrote...let my heart beat by the love of my prince...let my eyes admire the colours of beauty...let my ears hears the whispers of the angels when the sun rises....let me feel the rain on my skin....let me shine like the sun.....Just let me fly..