рд╕реНрдХреВрд▓ рдХрд╛ рдмрд╕реНрддрд╛ рдЙрдард╛рддреЗ-рдЙрдард╛рддреЗ,
рдЕрдВрдЬрд╛рди рд╕рд╛ рд╡реЛ рдПрдХ рд▓реЬрдХрд╛ рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдмрд╕рддрд╛ рдЪрд▓рд╛ рдЧрдпрд╛ ред-
I stay up at midnights
to only think ,
what I have lost
what I am going to lose tomorrow?
Maybe nothing,
but still,
the fear echoes my bed's chamber
I cry
I sob,
I grieve in silence
wrapped up in a blanket that soak my fears
then in the morning
I wake up to pretend
what a sweet sleep I had
to please everyone
to say what they wanna hear,
it's never my heart
if it was,
they'll eventually be dead.-
The facade.
I've read philosophy
as they say,
people change with time,
but,
the people who loved me the most once
can now sit with me in silence for hours
they may talk to strangers
and make me the third person
they leave me out.
They don't miss me
but the part that leaves a scar
is that I do
I care
I cry
I burn myself for them
it's all a dilemma
whether it's right to feel this way,
and then realization slaps me
that there's no right answer.
It's all just a facade of being born in the
human race.-
We are living in
the world
where there's silence,
but, lack of peace.-
рд╣рдБрд╕рддреЗ рд╣рдБрд╕рддреЗ рдпреВрдВ рд╣реА рдПрдХ рдЦреНрдпрд╛рд▓ рдЖрдпрд╛,
рдХрд┐ рд╣рдБрд╕рддреЗ рд╣реБрдП рддреВ рд╣реА рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рдпрд╛рдж рдЖрдпрд╛ред-
When words fall short
music speaks a lot
when someone leaves you
memories stand by you
when the bright sunlight
annoys you,
the sky rains to relax you.
When everyone leaves
and you're all alone you
experience that inner peace
which was inside you.
When your heart is broken
but, the brain gets stronger,
not the flaws and problems
but those solutions defines you.-
And the worst part is,
when you have so much to say
but nothing to write.-
рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рд╣реИ рд╡реЛ, рдЬреЛ
рдПрдХ рдкрд▓ рдореЗрдВ реЫрд┐рдиреНрджрдЧреА рднрд░
рдЬреИрд╕рд╛ рд╕рд╛рде рдирд┐рднрд╛рдПред-
I miss me.
I miss my old self,
who used to laugh
and smile all the
time, who didn't
needed any reason
to do so!
I miss those days
when I was unaware
about all the bitter truths.
I miss my old peaceful
mind, which was full of
rythm. I miss the old me
who didn't cared what
the world will think about
me. I miss everything I
was before, I miss being
the old me.-
рдЙрд╕рдХрд╛ рдореЗрд░реА рд╣рд░
рд╢рд╛рдпрд░реА рдореЗ рд╢рд╛рдорд┐рд▓ рд╣реЛрдирд╛,
рдЗрддрд┐рд╣рд╛рд╕ рдХреЗ
рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдХрд┐рд╕реНрд╕реЗ рд╕реЗ
рддреЛ рдХрдо рдирд╣реА!-