The world has escaped me, you leave me no choice
The traces of my past swallows me every day a little more
I want to run and scream no body understands
Every time i smile i feel like i am digging my grave with my own hands


Words Of Harfouchism

you walked through that door
and now a reflection out of reach
you expected all to follow
but the door closed,
and it was your choice to close it.

You've moved on
You're living life
I'm still counting days
Since my heart died

the pain
the numbness
the subtle suffering

I've lost track
How many days?
I know you're gone
Never coming back

the lonesome tears
the fragrance you left on my heart
the empty beds

Just know I miss you
My wish upon stars
Sparkle of gold
Killer of my heart

*the shock of loss
the bitterness of loss
why did I lose you?

Just like your handwriting
You’re a mess
You hide yourself
By cunning words
Trying to disguise how you really feel
But that’s okay
I see right through the facade
You are the type of guy
Who sometimes cries alone
In his room
The type of guy
Who teases and messes with girls
Making them feel awful
Because it’s hard to express how you really feel
You are the type of guy
Who never shows his inner thoughts
You don’t believe anyone will understand
The chaos in your mind
But that’s okay
I see right through it
I am the type of girl
Who’s willing to put
My heart out there
However
You are the type of guy
Who never sees
A girl like me.

Rage hurts me more
            Than the one
            I am raging on...

Dark rain clouds are full with agony
In the sky,
Still there is no rain blast
Don't know why...
                 My heart is boiling in the rage,
                 Still I am acting like the sage.....

Taking in oxygen,
To clear my vision,
In this blurry region...
              Lungs are breathing too fast,
              To get over the past
              I hope I will won at last...
Mind explodes worst
Than the volcano outburst
& I want to get out of this hell first....

I can't keep this load anymore
Question is what to choose?
                Floor to soar?
                       Or
               Door to roar?
                 Anyways,
Peace is hard to endeavour....