Dear me,
I am too broke and this world
don't feel like home anymore.
I have nowhere to go, ain't nobody
texts me, or knocks at my door.My voice has been too loud lately
still no one even notices my scream
And the very moment I get someone
to talk, I wake up from my dream.Where do people with restless minds
go, or how do they look like or be?
I need to meet someone who can
help me, so the world notices me.I struggle at putting my heart in words, & this world seeks nothing but lies.
One moment they need you, and the next moment they don't look you in eyes.I am finding me in the damn darkness, a part of me is still somewhere lost.
I have been choosing people all the time, and when I needed them, their doors were closed.______________________________________
You know you think you know them
You love them but never show them.If you have people who you care for
this is the right time to tell them.
Let them know, that they are
never alone. Not until
you are with them.
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Learning life the hardest way
PoetryHi, this is Raghvendra, 24, writing through my perspective of life. This isn't a story, just a collection of lessons that I learn in this journey. 6 months since I lost my dad to cancer, and I never got a chance to show him my love, bid him goodbye...