A trapped soul, stuck there for so long, No friends just a storm, scared and alone, never been free, so alone.
He doesn't know where to turn, stuck in these walls, prison walls, looking at the black walls in different ways, Sometimes he'd look at black as it's an elegant-classical black, Sometimes he'd look at black as a color, sometimes he'd look at black as its a hole, but other times he'd look at black as depression 'cause it's as dark as mystery and evil.
He watched himself as he drowns deeply in black, He watched himself as he falls into his dark thoughts that he had never controlled, they are these kinds of thoughts which people think they can control, but they can't when depression and insomnia collide or at least blow up.
He closed his dark brown eyes and he saw himself falling like a feather, he saw his body on the dirty filthy ground where people buried injustice, where people buried him, he saw the moral injustice around him, he saw people stepping on his dignity and kneading it on the filthy and cursed ground, but guess what? he saw his bruised pale-grey face, he saw his face with cuts, one on the right eyebrow, he saw his lips chapped and almost faded, so small, so pathetic, so broken, but not defeated, never accept defeat, trying to stand up on his feat, looking so weak in society's eyes, looking pathetic and they thought he will never become someone special one day, they thought he will leave and won't make it, won't get up, they thought the story will always turns out this way, they thought they will always win their dirty and cursed game, they thought he will loose faith, but he didn't..
Look at him, walking like a warrior, slaying like a knight, being the leader, being an advocate. He tried to leave once, but he asked himself if he hadn't got up and spoken up then who would? so he left those pills, they were a few in his hands, but again..he had to speak up and get the buried truth out of it's coffin that's buried 8 feet underground.
He's not just a boy, he's a bulletproof
-MAHA A.
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Laughter Of Insanity
Cerita Pendek'are you alive?' 'no I'm just breathing' 'does it mean that you're alive' 'no..' ______________________________________________________ (This book contains short depressing stories , poetry and poems written by me) So I hope you like it xD follo...
