Wasnt the deepest
Not at all
That was when
My sad life call
That was a night
In the corner rooms
With books till late
Sorrow often blooms
But that was special
I took a knife
To open the blade
To begin the specual special treat
As there was a formality to complete
Nuts got opened and she beat
Not a common but a sharp blade she got
The night wasnt dark
Tick tocking clock
And slept flock
It started
The dog of sorrow bark
So in the name of formality
It got started
Addiction
no not at all
but a formality a prove started
cuz she became a bit insane
for disproving the lame
YOU ARE READING
From My Diary
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED its poetry my words my feelings my tears my screams my pains MY LIFE
