Feelings fade,
people change,
Happiness becomes part of our past,
Sadness becomes part of our daily routine
and then we get lost in our own darkness,
believing that we'll live again but the bitter truth is
that we dont live again,
instead of living again,
we die again and again.
Our souls are killed by our own hands
and then we ask
'' Am I the murderer of my happiness?''
and then the reply comes
-''you know the answer very well'' .
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Feelings fade,
people change,
Happiness becomes part of our past,
Sadness becomes part of our daily routine
and then we get lost in our own darkness,
believing that we'll live again but the bitter truth is
that we dont live again,
instead of living again,
we die again and again.
Our souls are killed by our own hands
and then we ask
'' Am I the murderer of my happiness?''
and then the reply comes
-''you know the answer very well'' .
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