Nobody is a born writer, but everyone is sure filled with thoughts. You're about to read mine!

Sometimes

Sometimes words are stuck in my mouth,
Want to shout but hardly speak loud.
The messy head is filled with thoughts,
The will to smile is lost.
All I want is to lie on my silly old bed,
Where happiness is buried deep inside my head.

The feeling is stuck where something feels off,
I think I don't belong to your world.
My efforts are wasted and nothing last long,
The smile I wanted just vanished and left me all alone.

I pretend with my all might,
That this happiness is real.
But I am surrounded by the world,
Where my smile can not be real.

I am not sure for what I am looking,
Not sure if I plan to spend another day here.
As of now I am tired,
Of this dreadful life I have been living.

But I can't loose the courage,
To light the fire inside my heart.
The lost hope shall not deprived,
As the love for life will arise.

This path of darkness,
Is starting of a tale.
The aisle is a mayhem,
But desire to live shall be more.

Now gazing stars and smiling,
Are part of my life.
With me dancing at every sunset,
And trying to live this lonely life.


~Aditi


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