I don't feel like writing right now,Just don't feel good somehow,
Old memories haunting my mind,
Hurt by people to whom I was always kind
Being good tends to take you nowhere,
Life to me has never been fair,
Tried to be pulled back at every stage,
I'm searching for a channel to release my rage
Yet all I can do is write my heart out,
Stand alone as no one can hear me shout,
My soul's pretty much hanging around the edge,
Everything around looks beautiful from this 4th floor ledge
The bottle of vodka in my hand,
Pouring into me like the hourglass sand,
So should I jump or should I not?
Is the dilemma in which my mind's caught
dude, you shouldn't have written this
ReplyDeleteEverytime you'll re-read this poem of yours, you'll feel quite sad and demotivated.
something same happens with me when i read my introvert vs extrovert.
I guess you're right ishaan but Ive posted this poem after a very long time...
ReplyDeleteI dont feel sad reading this anymore...Its more like that phase of life has passed out and I want this here just as a collection anymore :P
Thanks for the advice though! :)