My eyes darted around
the room to find people
laughing at jokes and
children jumping in joy.The room was bright
and loud with life in it,
while I was grim and
dead silent inside.I wonder how they
all are so happy,
while my soul rots
in loneliness.What keeps them so
alive i thought
and me so dead in
a living corpse.Then I realised that only
i can make me happy
even if the god tried,and only my mind
can let me heal even
if i have the medicines.
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Love, insecurity and pain
PuisiA collection of poems written by a insecure lover in pain...