Monday 23 July 2012

At the end of the day


Maybe at the end of the day we are all alone,

Nothing there or no one there but yourself,

Yet there is a crowd,

Yet there is nothing is there,

You are standing alone by yourself,

No one to hold your hand,

No shoulders to cry your griefs on,

Maybe I wish I die,

Maybe it will all soon end,

But then I will never know,

How it ends so I tend to live on,

Smile fake,fake smile,

Grief and stupidity is here,

I wanna laugh again,

Maybe sometimes I feel I'm half dead,

A work of a overthinking mind,

Stupid. . .no one likes,

Suffocating suffocating . . . .


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