Living again ...
In the world so colourful,
my life is grey and white,
where nothing amuses my little heart,
not anymore and maybe never,
but sometimes I wish,
the world would see my world,
and not just the type to hurt,
but maybe, just maybe, it would heal,
heal the thousand piece
my heart has kept in place,
where no light shines
as it is afraid...
afraid it might shatter
to pieces even smaller,
so small that it can't be healed,
for my heart might still could feel...
feel the colours around me,
and warmth that they give,
maybe I can step out
of the tiny room I've been,
where memories kept within,
would come by to life...Once again...
V