Bloody Life

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I LOVE POEMS,WRITING MY THOUGHTS,BEEN DOING SINCE CHILDHOOD ,ALL THE DEPRESSED DAYS,ALL MY ROSY GOEY DAYS LIKE EVER

SO PLEASE LOOK INTO IT

When i saw myself sitting on a wooden chair with that scribbly table

My eyes wander on a hole in the table
It made me sigh with jealousy

He will be thrown away in the corner
Sitting quietly

Reminds of me why oh why
People should stop expecting from me
Its easy to put salt on the scratches
But its not easy to keep up someone's expectations.

I am not complaining, i am not suicidal, i am not depressed

You know why i am not like that!!!!

Because
Even though i breath
Even though i eat
Even though i spill tears
I made myself like a robot, i hate it every part of this body hate

You know why

After all we have gone through
(My soul and my body)
Still it's not enough for people hoping

They hope
They expect
They request
They demand
They corrupt us
They MADE US THIER ROBOTS

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