I Hope This Life Wasn'T Mine!
I am trying to push my tears aside,
by joana bluementhal
praying to Him, for sorrows to divide.
Frantically I am searching for a shade,
though all I see is a razor blade.
Tortured, crippled, dragged into gloom,
life is no more than a shattered dream.
Papa's angel, Mama's darling,
now a broken verse which noone can sing.