What happens when you give it all in?
I have eaten my hopes.
The blues, greens seem comforting,
But is it enough to fill all the darkness inside?
Or does this black will devour them too?-
I have cried every way I can cry
Begged every way I can beg
But nothing is going to change here.
The question is not about the doubt
of existence of God,
It's about ever to have
a memory of a
I am longing to live
but can't.-
I'm tired of being me,
Losing all the old friends, in my way of moving forward.
What if ,to get out of this 'me' box and put on some weird colours to paint someone new..?-
The grief I receive from this sunlight ,...
can death ever be able to give me more than that ?-
Ages after,
Can your heart sing a little bit of poetry ? to celebrate this royal darkness..-
You make me tear my veins,
loose all the hope.
Now books are waiting for
words....they have story,
without sound.
I deny to give them my scars...
hardly you will be able to
make them bloom again.-