I haven’t been around. Still, I am here. Pushing through what we call life.|
Still searching for that one who can hear.
Life can be a struggle - but I’m still trying.
Still hoping and praying - still surviving.
I haven’t said too much, but I’ve heard a lot.
I’ll share what lingers within…
Waiting to release everything…
It has been building up. Let me let loose what they all do not want.
I’m still here..
- Joy Johane
Speak what we feel,and not what we ought to say. Well, I’m forever young
and you’re forever you. So much to say but nothing to hide.
Oh, please open it all. Soft voice, that whispers lies. Who
do I lay beside? Soft voice, soft voice, that whispers lies. Well,
I don’t want to see it anymore. Too bad he’s not me and these
feelings you just can’t ignore. But I won’t be played a fool.
That sensation - When someone doesn’t acknowledge your feelings. When your affections mean very little to them. When - your thoughts and feelings simply don’t exsist. What is that feeling that suddenly sits itself in the middle of your chest - like a sharp cut that’s only getting deeper and deeper. What is it? That sensation where your chest tightens and you feel something, sort of like a burn - you know it’s hurting. It hurts so much so you look to make sure you’re not bleeding. No blood but - pain. There is just so much pain. Yes, that’s the sensation that takes place. It’s pain.
- Joy Johane
