It feels as its squeezing the breath out of this flesh,
This emptiness is expanding vast in my chest,
Killing me slowly like a predator finding a quest,
My muffled cries and screams are heard in my best,
I am cluless to the saying,"is it meant for the test?"
It's hollow and scary inside this hole of distress,
Swallowing my soul and making me feel worthless,
I am tired of pretending for this screen test,
I am an actor of movie with dark sets,
The heart inside is barren land full of sadists,
I need love, affection and tenderness to solve this mess,
I am lost in this world of imagination and faithlessness,
I need a guide, a mentor, a real therapist for solving this mess,
I am broken and repairing from the injustice of this world at its best,
I am trying very hard to get out of this darkness alive and blessed.
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