These are jus my thoughts. Few poems are painful, yet meaningful. I will be glad if u give it a try.

The differences. Everyone knows about it, but no one really appreciates it. Someday maybe, we all say. This one's about me. About you, him, them, the people, about lives or let's just say everything and all. That, "Someday I'll get better" is here.

We talk about this unending unfairness revolving around the world but, did fairness really exist to begin with? Was it your idea? My idea? Read the story of how a certain unfairness created a little bit of fairness for someone's world in a great way.

This is living, this is dying. What does it mean? She can't talk to him. He can't see Her. And we all read along with the biggest "What if".

Everyone wanted to leave. I did not understand that because for half of their lives, all they did was try to run away from reality. They were escapades, just like me but now that they were here, they were craving for home. They no longer belonged anywhere but I knew that I belonged here. I wanted to stay. It was a wonderful world but mask guy said two things; one that I couldn't stay and second that I leave for the void the moment I get myself killed.

A prisoner of this rotten world, constantly and desperately trying to find Her way out. Giving the food of hope from Her soul to people She doesn't know. All She wants is to create is a World like God intended to.