Another day has passed.
And now it's in the past.
Another tear will glitter with a hope.
Pills, razor, poison or rope?
Every option,
Takes you to your destination.
He is still perplexed to see you sad.
Wondering "what's going on inside your head?"
You cry and he's speechless.
He doesn't understand why do you think that you are a mess?
She died and they left you.
You cried and someone groped you.
That night you lost your smile and even your voice.
Only Lord knows that it wasn't your choice.
When you used words to reveal the truth.
One thousand souls laughed at you; called you "a crazy little youth"
They will never know.
They will never understand.
They can never see that you're wishing for your life's end.
2 comments:
that's hard... but a good read.
do u write all these poems by urself?? r they in consonance wid ur true self??
Hey dear! am from Pakistan n was just browsing through good blogs to find smart writers like you to befriend. Nice blog outlook and interesting write-ups. I write on relationships mostly as well as some funny stuff.
I hope u can be a follower if u like my blog? Don’t forget to comment please !!
The Emotional Lava
Best of Luck for ur blogging.
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