The same question everyday The question which makes my mind erupt into thousands The question "How are you" is on the verge of killing me I am tired of lying Saying I am fine When i am really not I just want to disappear and end the fatal memories How am I soppused to tell you that? Life is slowly killing me AndΒ Β before its too late take me seriously I am not joking no more I am mentally tired of the nightmares Who was I before life took advantage of my innocence? The saddest part is That before life hurt me I was being hurt in other ways So in my fate I was always soppused to get hurt
Am I thay worthless That my happiness is my sadness Help me Before its too late And the person typing this Cant take no more pain. ... .....
My lowest days nobody knows the sadness I hide behind the smile i poetry