He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

Smiling for the screen,
my disguise held tight.
Hiding cracks
beneath the light.
Inside, I break,
worn and bare.
A fragile truth
too hard to share.
Drowned in the tide
of distant stares,
A sea of strangers,
unaware.
The real me crumbles
beneath the weight,
A soul adrift,
Resigned to fate.

sleep came with a dream
heard a kid's laughter — wondered
was it mine, or my

I wonder when my blue skies
Slowly faded to grey
I’m beginning to think
It’s always been that way

Because for as long as I can remember
There’s been a storm inside my mind
Casting cloudy weather
With no light to shine

I wish for nothing more  
Than to feel warmth upon my face
To look up at the sun
And soak up all her rays

But I suppose for now
Dancing in the rain will have to do
Until my skies of grey  
Turn back into blue

Too much fury
Forgot to tell the jury
This ain't a fair fight
In the dawn of night.

Alone in the cold
Felt my bones getting old
Might've given up
Forgive me,
I let it all in the hands of
God.

        Where
          you
          are
     dreaming       ?
          are
          you
        There