Laying in bed crying every night,
And I don’t understand why it’s so hard to give up the fight.
Hope is like the stars that twinkle in the sky;
So far out of reach that the hope already died.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Laying in bed crying every night,
And I don’t understand why it’s so hard to give up the fight.
Hope is like the stars that twinkle in the sky;
So far out of reach that the hope already died.
© Delia Ross. 2019
