If you could read my mind,
Youβd see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
Youβd hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
Youβd see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youβd hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
βIβm tired,β
βIβm a failure,β
βIβm stupid ββ
I know it sounds stupid,
Itβs pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youβd feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youβd see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youβd see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youβd hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youβd see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youβd see the face
Iβve failed to show back then,
The face Iβve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youβd see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youβd be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.