Days have gone by crying,
& i'm still here by myself.
Seemingly true but notthing is,
for fun thats etch to my heart.
Those bloody days were enough for the bad times,
& i never felt any better.
If you only knew loneliness,
you wouldn't have failed to realised that part.
I don't ever want to recover from this iliness,
somehow it acts to my companion.
My brain getting washed by the dirt,
& i never got it cleaned.
Failed to be myself after sometime,
& the drug was of no use.
I never ever could get that part out of me.
PS: I felt as heavy as i was sunk into the dept ocean.

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