Suicide is a crime, I believe
So, the body lives, out of compulsion
But death seems like a brilliant solution
More sighs than breaths
No love, only threats
By day relationship strains
By night, tears that rains
Look at me, with a smile arranged
But my insides are all damaged
Not me, my mother was caged
But I was tamed before i aged
Life, an invisible number on my forehead
Cliffs all around, stand still or go ahead
Responsibilities, i earn their bread
Tomorrow, is what i always dread
Am i alive because my heart beats
Or because my mind retreats
Or just because i am not dead
Life, really is hanging by a thread
BhaShe
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