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The Title says it all, it's a glimpse of my diary.
Some of the poetries holding a fraction of my thoughts.
Poetries regarding facing life, and dealing with your emotions. They are in their raw for...
I cry in my room, And sing it aloud as if it wasn't painful; If I relate to all the sad songs, Would they call me ungrateful? I don't have the world on my shoulders, My grief isn't heavier or unbearable, "I Just Want To Be Loved Once!" They love me they say But then why don't they ever stay?
"Is it my fault?" I recite again and again, Until my mind shuts my doubts, And confirms in a way, "If you weren't a problem Why would you be always the centre? If you're right, Why would it go wrong?" Love should never be asked for; But am I greedy, If I wanna recieve back what I feel?
Depression is a heavy word, I would rather call it period, A period that's discontinuous blue and grey, With a little rainbow in between, A hysteria where among hours filled with tears, A little ounce of happiness makes my day...
I am just a drop of blood in a pool of water, dissolved in my surrounding, But I would never be one of them, I forget If I ever show my real blurred colors, One day they'll make me regret!
So I pick my own pieces, And pity over myself, I often Cry over my fate , But will they call me ungrateful If I say, I relate to every sad poetry I ever made?
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A/N: Another piece randomly written. I had no new book coming up, so publishing it here.
