Tuned into a bright future,
Sat front row and watched it crumble and smash
Into smithereens of despair
Why can't the knot of the rope be tighter
I want to constrict this flow of sorrow and nostalgia
Through my veins
I traded my soul for a rush, an adrenaline high,
It was supposed to be my quick fix,
But now I hurt without it, even with.
It takes so much less energy to not exist
Than it does to exist and get burnt
By the Sun I could never find,
The Sun right outside my window,
But one I could never see
Isolation isn't a safe haven, it's certain death,
Cuz if nobody knows you're alive, then when did you ever really live?
When an acorn falls in a forest, do you hear it make a sound when there's nobody around?
I think therefore I am - no you're not,
You think and so you will be.
You can't think yourself into a safe house,
Because I tried, and all I could do,
Was think and think myself into dark corners
Of nightmares and screams and traumas.
But love this.
Love how you hate yourself,
How you at least have something to hate,
And don't let the entire world be only the space between your bed and the light switch,
Because the world is going to end someday,
And all our souls are transmigrating on doomsday.
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rainbows can be grey too
PoésieThis is an anthology of poems and essays I wrote during my low moods and the worst phase of my life emotionally, till date. It's basically my way of self-therapy, and letting out all those repressed feelings and thoughts I've never been able to expr...
