The paper talks

Painfull thought

Iam slowly loosing the will to live
Nothing interests me
Everything bores me
Maybe it's because no one loves me
Or because i stopped caring for anyone
Sometimes a moment feels like a year
And sometimes an year like a second
What should i do, is the think i wonder
Or a comment ignored that would have hit like thunder
Death is what I might not want to escape
Tears is what, which only seems to escape
I don't need any help
Cause I don't hate myself
I don't want anyone to dwell
Cause I can seek myself
Pain might be comforting
But it's the shattered expectations that hit hard
Falling down to a level where it's always dark
When u always want to dream
Cause nightmares are better than reality
A helpless freak wants to shriek
Don't cringe like that, you made him like that
Don't leave him now, you held him like that
Don't hate him now, you loved him like that
For he might just want to be loved.
If you can't give your approval
Atleast act like it.
For he might be loosing the will to live.