Do I live a life?
Or does life eats me alive?
I notice the smallest changes
They prick me like a needle's edges,
People's abandonment has made me so insane—
I get insecure of over things that are sane.
Love feels like a false illusion,
Yet I live through this delusion.
I'm unlovable, I understand
Maybe that's why I can't get love in my hands.
I know that people do care about me,
But I know I'm no one's priority.
My close ones, I hold them so dear,
Still I live in extreme fear—
That they might abondon me this year.
I try to be good, I try to be near—
Still the horrible ache is all I bear.
My chest burns and shrinks in pain,
Tears fall from my eyes like rain
Maybe God made me like this only,
Difficult to understand, Difficult to be seen.
But still I have to survive
For a single hope keeps me alive—
To see her once in this life,
I will walk through every single knife.
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Poems of A soul
PoetryBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
