Where is she?
Lost in her thoughts and imaginations.
Where is she?
Back to the wistful memories
Drowning herself into her abysmal, aphotic secrets.
Do you remember the girl she used to be?
Blissfully trying hard to blend in with the society.
Day by day,
She was slowly dying.
She couldn't go on,
There was something missing.
Trying hard to please others,
she doesn't know she's destroying herself.
Nobody could see her cry at night
Her soul was screaming in front of her sight.
She is learning to pull faith from the wind,
breathe it in and set her worries free.
But how can she do that
when she is lost in her own head.
YOU ARE READING
~POEMS~
PoetryThis is a book of some poems I've written. Some are about me, some are fiction and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
