I've been afflicted by a different type of misery.
nor I've lost something, neither this is a victory.
It's like, I laugh often but I don't smile.
strong is my outer, my inner fragile.
I breathe air but I don't live.
like a living corpse, now I don't strive.
I used to fly high, I chirped like birds.
Now silence is the language of the heart that is hurt.
I do hear echo, but I don't listen.
my eyes are still bright, but they don't glisten.
I can see things, but I yet can't view.
like alone in a dark night, I'm a drop of dew.
Oh God! either take my life or make me a living
Don't leave me in this state; the midst of nothing.
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~𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?
Poetry𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
