the moments in which the heart crumbles down
all the hope fades to black
you just want to curl up in a ball on cold floor and cry
just an assurance
or a word or two
tell you that you are not wrong
not always wrong
the heart stops to bleed when it is broken all the time
the mind loses its sanity when its always in a fight against itself
Wrong..tainted..defaulted..defected..hate
is there an end to hate?
Can anybody stop it?
Hold her and tell her to love?
Tell something good
Give something to hold on to
You are not wrong...You are not wrong...*echoes*
fantasy..
I need my sanity back..! if you could see through these clouds
I am here for my sanity..
I am here for my sanity..
I am here for my sanity..
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you feel just like me........
its uncanny
I've been there and even though I think I got my sanity back I can never feel certain about it.
*sigh*
Its a state of mind. Plus life is transitory. Its all gonna come in your way as life unfolds :).
P.s. the poem was dark but beautiful.
this too shall pass..
smile please..
hate is not a word to end..
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