But I’m tired of the poems
That Rhythm with sad chords
Pain after pain
Aligns,
to understand each other’s gain
I’m trying to open up the chain
That’s been closed with an ache,
Of ones behaving like a blade
But sometimes You have to let yourself drown into it
Until it loosens up gradually
With time,
Being patient with you
And finally,
you’ll be free.

I wanted you dead for a moment
So I could come to your grave and tell you the things that I’ve been through and say all the things ive been wanting to tell you for so long since the alive you won’t be there.

I’m 22
And already broken twice
Afew days left to be 23
I’m afraid I couldn’t make it thrice

I’ve heard second chances would relieve you from the pain
Once you let go, another chance would come in
But what if the second one itself fails you even more!?
The heart burns all of the scents of belief and starts to tore
words that were once too fragile to pass the door
Now it fractures the bone once they hear it more
Ending it with a cracked foundation Of a disabled core.

It hurts peacefully
I must say!
Palm skin
Outside clean
Dripping inside
Praying for a smile to be blinked.

Who to tell
When you’re too furious of the world
Who to begin with
When you’re too broken to be healed
And what pieces should you start with
To put back the fractured parts of your own
Anybody !?
No one but you.

Dear old soul
How have you been?
How old have you become?
and how many gallons of pain have you endured so far?
Still breathing pain?
And exhaling blame?
When’s the right time
To get relieved from all this pain!?