Life makes me suffer
There is nothing left to offer
I just want to be heard
To spread my wings
Like a bird
There’s too much left unspoken
Too many times my heart was broken
I look through the darkness
And I know there must be light ones
One look in the eyes of my fears
And I’m drunk on my own tears
The wine on my hands is the blood
The make-up on my face is the mud
I carry the pain in my chest
But I olso need time for rest
By: Suzanna Homayun
Nietherlands
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