by Nurdina
My mind is a terrible place
Screams, begs, laughs, cries
While the heart asks for space
Half dead and weary, yet full of sighs.
Though, human are pretty liars
Masking emotions with contentment
Hoping mist calms burning fire
Ignoring every vengeance and resent.
If only,
If only they could see
If only they could read
If only they could guess
Would they accept it?
Would they stay?
Or they would leave?
Ultimately, no one comes
No one cares
No one bothers
For me, who’s coping dullness
For me, who’s pinning hopes
For me… who’s falling into darkness.
After all, it’s only me and myself
Fighting the great war internally
Cleaning mistakes and untangling mess
Longing peace for eternity.
Yet, I know
How cruel the life is to the soul
Trapping me in the endless hole
For me to play a pitied role.
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