And now, I’ve reached the darkest part of me
Will I battle and die?
Or get out alive.
My past keeps eating away at my brain
Like filthy maggots chew on a corpse
And I have to refrain
From sounding too hoarse.
I wish I had something more meaningful to say
Something less encrypted
But at the end of the day
A lonely poet is all that I am.
Sometimes I wish I was different
And most of the times I lie
Just like I did right now
I always wish that I’m different and cry.
Maybe, I was born too soft for this cruel world
Too kind hearted and trusting
Now all I do night and day
Is think of memories and keep fussing.
It’s like I’m always a temporary
While everyone to me is permanent
And I have to watch them come and go
Like rainy clouds in the sky.
Soon enough the memory of me
Will leave you too,
Then maybe you’ll see
How all that I said was true.
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