I understand you smell the defeat,
Your pain is  growing faster,
Your fear is crumbling you to death.
The broken dried leaves path is what you are looking for,
The silent walkway is all you wish for.
  
When you loose friends, its not a time to laugh.
The friends who used love being with you.
The friends who understood you.
But now the world is gone.
Its over now.


The whole world seems a constructed jail,
The picture is unclear
Of the future once you dreamt of.
Like a shooting star in the town of happiness you once lived in.

Water steams down as I close my notebook.
The story of the girl that used to fly
The bubbly little girl who used to shine the world.
The rain seems incessant.
Your  head bowed down.
And the dusk follows
Wetting the whole town.