It’s not over, It’s not done
The storms in my life are yet to come.
Now I am quiet, staring all around
But my heart is screaming on it’s each and every pound.
Cause I have been killed inside,
But yet I’m still alive …which means I will survive.
I am happy that now I have something to do with my pain,
What my words can’t , actions will explain.
Have a question and badly in need of an answer ..
people says follow your heart. What if your heart is in a million pieces. Which piece do you follow? 🙂