we were screaming
then there was silence
unsure of which was worse

Same days but different year,
heavy souls and running tears;
wounded hearts with big fear,
of losing the ones who are dear.


by Samreena Lodhi

Forget the past
Is what they say
But how do we forget what was already forgotten

I'm crying for help but silence is what they see
Smiling but the wounds are too deep
Do you see the pain?
Everyone's shoulder... but where's his?
They say he's such a nice kid
Give him an Oscar he earned it
He's putting on a grade A performance
Playing the role but never playing himself
It's a cold world when you're in it by yourself