Sometimes I just want to
Go home;
Even when I am at home
But no feels like home.
Sometimes I don't want to be lonely
With a huge crowd littering
Around me
I still
feel;
that no one is really here
that I am still alone
very alone.
Sometimes these realisations hit
me so hard,
that a simple act of
breathing;
become hard for me.
I find hard to
crack a smile fearing
That I even have
to pay for;
This tiny happiness with,
my tears and sadness.
This miserable life of mine
is not improving,
the way you have broken
Me pieces by pieces;
that even after you are not here
your fear is still alive in me.
