29 April 2012
Words run hollow, Feelings full of sorrow, Nothing containing marrow.
When will I be forgiven, When might I be believed in, For what I have done to condone in.
It is my suffering to bear, Like a silent mother bear, Full of tears and heartbreak, Unable to communicate.
What should a broken being say, What accounts for what they may, All is in gray,
Please trust me this way.
I'm Sorry • Opuss № I