Little book of Thoughts

Its raining sorrows

I wonder how bad I am.
Or its just people around me who are bad and not I.
What I did to deserve not a single genuine person in my life,
And now it seems even God has sided with bad guys.
Darkness, dark clouds, shattered hopes, broken dreams.
Things work for others but why not for me?
Unbearable pain like a boulder on my chest.
Anxiety, anguish, depression, fake smiles.
I'm living, I don't know why?
I see mockery in people's eyes.
I'm a subject of ridicule, I'm not surprised.
I've mastered the art of laughing all the time,
Look into my eyes you will know why.
Don't expect me to be a Phoenix,
It's a myth, I'm reality.
I'm not fighting anymore,
Just waiting for darkness to swallow me whole.