Peace

My hands bleed from holding on.

I guess it's cutting my arteries and veins.

My face showered by rain of tears from holding on.

The pain got me suicidal please call Milton Keynes.

Sometimes i find myself weeping on the floor.

For my expectations broke my heart to the core.

It all began when i started to prophesy our future.

It's lacerated and i hope one day a surgeon comes to suture it.

Why convict you for telling the truth?

I won't play the blame game like a sleuth.

Don't feel bad ,you still make me happy.

I like how you revive my mood when i'm nappy.

Peace.