How could everything be alright?

Life is scattered

Life is hard

It punches you on the face

With the utmost grace

It rips your heart away

Marking several traces

Of your pain.



It's hard to breathe

Even if it takes a second

It takes my soul

To fulfill my body's greed

To live

When I want to stop living.



All these scars aren't here for nothing

The kisses of blades,

With the redness blushing,

Opens my soul for a moment

But then that moment is soon replaced,

With the outburst of tears,

The heavy weight in me making some place

To bug me again

And again my heart is empty,

As if it was always a void

Just like my entwined mind.



Don't you see I pretend?

I pretend because impression matters

No one likes a sad person who tends

To make others sadder

I pretend because that's what I'm best at

I can be me

But if I continue my 'only me' chat

Then you'll probably see

The person in me.



I talk less

Because silence hides all flaws

It's a drape to hide all the mess,

The mind thinks about all the time making petty laws,

Of living the life

Which can't be applied or shared

But I would in future do everything

Adventurous I thought of if I dared

But there's no way I'll share

My life's not an open book

I won't let my thoughts lie bear.



Nothing's alright,

You already know

Just somehow dodge the questions

And try to show

Your happiness which is completely lost

Your smile which don't make your eyes crinkle

Your laughter which is deep in your heart scattered and tossed

Around the cruel sadness which gulped it down

Show your dull eyes as if they are shimmery

Just wait for that time

When you have your victory

Over the people talking who leave you at last

Like you're an old and dying tree

Which looks completely green

But is dark and weak from inside

Making you the best queen

For faking that happiness in you

Never died.