Everyone drains their day in a diary so do I. But I even love to express my thoughts in the form of poetry, so how it would be if both are combined...?
Melancholy me in thorns around, Dark, depressed days surround. Confidence crushed, confusion crowned, Here and there just fears, failures found. Sadness, sorrow, screaming sound Alone, me with whispering, whistling wound. In pain and discouragement, I'm drowned, Cuffs of crying and blames bound, Burns and scars of breakdown. Is there a yard or a grave to ground?
prachi
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