Most of the times I am alone,
With myself, in the middle of the crowd,
Thinking of all the metaphors,
That I have been witnessing all along.
And you too saw it happen,
So why are you closing your eyes?
Are you alone on this bustling street too,
Tell me what is it that keeps from life?
For I am sure there are worse things to see,
Things that will just scar you,
And remind you of your regrets,
So let me look at that memory too.
For I want us to heal and smile,
And want us to feel the freedom,
So if forgetting is all you want,
Should we just forget everything?
For I want us to walk down this road,
Where the destination is peace,
If you want to forget everything,
Than that is what we will be doing.
Just please don't give up.
Don't give up.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
