Hazy is the world, hazy is my tainted heart,
Can't i escape this prison without getting tormented?,
Is it faithful or is it just naive to hold on to hope?,
I am used and then discarded ,
Again and again, yet i willingly grin in the name of being exploited ,
Have given so much that myself has been lost,
I can't find the real me, can't hide the refugee within me ,
It troubles me but I pretend,
My facade is impenetrable yet its thin just like my sinful heart,
I hurt others knowingly and then cry myself to sleep,
Is it my reality or am i just a villain in my own story?,
Waking up sometimes feel painful,
But pain is my favorite feeling,
It feels like home to me, it most belongs to me ,
The place that haunted me for so long,
Has morphed itself into my being,
I can't breakout of it, but i am willing to stay,
I hide in my writings and then abandon my belittled self,
Is it truly who i have really become?, is it truly what i now stand for?,
My questions remain unanswered and like a nomad I stray,
From the place that i once called home or to myself?,
Its funny yet hurtful but i cant help it,
My writhing heart makes the suffering like a story,
A fictional manuscript which most belongs to me.
YOU ARE READING
just empty words
PoetryJust a collection of poetries/songs that I came up with when I was feeling low. Enjoy.
