Who am I

The night is still young; I want to be sad this morning…


I have forgotten how to be sad for a long time
For a long time I have forgotten to remember

I have forgotten to cry for a long time
For a long time now I have forgotten I’m weak

I have forgotten once again who I am
For a long time now I have forgotten I’m no body

I remember I’m not born with silver spoon
And I have forgotten my own birthday

I tell lies I have forgotten my own words
I make a promise and I forgotten to fulfill

I once wish to go away, far away
I know it’s hurt but I couldn’t leave my self behind

It’s hurt knowing I will be forgotten
I couldn’t accept my own fate, my faith

Who am I, will be forgotten

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