Life is a fragile glass
Filled with people constantly tampering with it
Till eventually we shatter
Is it worth living for ?
I don't know,we grow up being
Told that life is the greatest gift
But why do I question this 'theory'
Constantly shielding my pain through
A glass mirror as tears flow down
My face behind close doors
My grandma didn't raise a quitter
I shall not give up so easily
Because life is already filled with pain and disappointment
It's always why me Lord ,
For all these changes taking place in my life
Will moving away or lying to me
Keep me safe from my own ?
Haunting thoughts ,I dont think so
What will it take for all these
Endless thoughts to stop taunting me
The saddest part is that,
I'm my own worst enemy
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Distorted
شِعرI've been writing for years . And some of my works on here were written when I was younger and didn't have the best understanding of writing .So bear with me because those don't reflect who I am as a writer anymore . . . . I believe, the BEST way t...
