Memories haunts and
Sometimes death is the
better way to escape
To the world of dreams,
to the world of silence
Where we bothers for
nothing
Where nothing will chase me
ever
Better choice, better option
Easy way to escape,
from these world of numbs and masks.
Before loneliness kills me,
I'll **** myself;
that pain is something
sweet
For a peaceful mind to float
in a peaceful world of dreams..
SUICIDE
where hope dies at the sharpness of a blade..!

I was searching for my identity,
to know who am I;
I got many,
Known by the names of someone,
Known by the names of some institutions,
Some are fake and some said nothing;
But the only thing I get to know is,
I am alone and someone without DESIGNATION..!