Poems

What’s the point of talking if all I am is misunderstood

A cage of ice in place of where my heart stood

So much evil all around me when I’m trying to be good

What is the point of talking if all I am is misunderstood

The doubts in my mind and the fear in my heart

Creating scenarios in my head

I think I’m falling apart

Really sorry that the love we share isn’t there no more

Because the both of us are starting not to care no more

I’ve been trying to push thru all the heartaches and dealing with all of the pain

But the love we share

just isn’t the same

But now all I think what’s the point anymore when every night is the same

What’s the point in talking when all I am is misunderstood

From the tears that run down face and the heartaches that I face

All I wanna do is sit in front of the mirror and stop the tears running down my face

What is the point of talking when all I am is misunderstood