Sadness is killing my own character,
past is now a memory and present is the badest chapter,
nothing is well nothing is fine,
all things are like killing me from behind,
pains and aches now are regular,
it dosent mean that it dosent hurt in today's time and i scream within darkness andmy dreams are now going 2 shatter,
dreams are now lost in the scary dark side of my self,
my books are still in the shelf,
from last year,
and the mask of happiness i wear,
to show that i am all fine and all is going regular as a daily daily servivce,of good things m happening in my life and also from them i love and have care,
but i know it's not more than just a imagination of them,
i know what i am going through and no 1 tries 2 help but when,
they will ask for help i'll do for my past's good character's sake,
still m tryin 2 get up but stilli know it's not possible it's fakeDream...