"You may not believe it now,
but the way you're feeling will change."
I've stuck to these lines for years
more than anyone could ever imagine.
Sitting on my bed every night
stitching my fresh scars
while working up old ones with passion.
Looking out of the window
at the lunatic night
to get a glimpse of hope
but all I ever picked out was my own trace.
The tainted glass lost it's color
as my reflection took it's place.
It grew on unbearable greed,
most of mine.
Closed my eyes to adjust
the reality each time.
Felt so distant from this skin
but to be freed,
I couldn't give up forgetting that
it was from within.
And now, alienated from
the mellowness of my heart
which was once,as warm as a bright day.
It's funny how I compare
the bleakness within me now
from stale slices of pizza to a cold knife all the way.
Hence, time does fix things
as we get older,
but at the cost of
some significant makeover.
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Sunflowers are grey
Poetry'Everyone hides behind their words. And that's exactly what I do.' "Sunflowers are grey" is my first-attempt-at-poetry collection. The poems potray a darker undertone on subjects like mental health, love, heartbreak, trauma, etc. P.S- Trigger warni...
