Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood,
Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries,
Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave,
Petals aren't always soft,
sometimes they prick the soul.
No plagiarism/No hat...
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I've become so absent minded, insomnia-touched, memories faded, i hardly remember what i hear, i hardly do what i was told to, Instead of this, i end up doing that.
These days i just glare and gaze at anything, with nothing on my mind, my mind is as blank as a newly bought unruled copy.
Work just too many, yet i don't know what to do, food-water-breathe, everything is forgotten, dominated by unwanted rue, questions hunt me at nights like this, I'm left to bear it unsolved without a clue.
I'm taking meds since more than an year, to breathe, to sleep, against the pain in my chest, Half of the times i forget to take, sanity drowned in a lunatic lake, maniac I'm, sad and mad, what can i do if sedatives are bad, is it my fault I'm like that?
And then i miss out on the fun others have they're happy, roaming with friends, sharing memories in photo frames, and here I'm sharing my unending pain with myself, You might say it's my fault, but you don't know me or my life at all!
My parents say I'm in love, But wasn't i two years back too? It's not because i love, Rather the void, Not butterflies, but demons, brain curfew, hopes are few as i drown in shades of blue
Honestly, i haven't studied anything today again, I haven't smiled, laughed or blushed today again, The trauma builds up within me, And now i seek to take side of my dead end, death, i call it my fortune, now let's end this game.
