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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