Felling so insecure,
have deep wounds but no cure,
on the way people are there,
i don't know i am where,
**** is growing on the ground of thoughts,
in the head 12 'o' clock banging in all the clocks,
hand holding the empty bands of friendship,
picture showing the past are now blurred clicks,
my mind stopped working,
they said smash it into the trash it's a waste thing,
drops of blood doesn't matter,
living in the dream is better,
echoes are within the limits of sounds,
and situations are like tears of clown,
introduction to mirror define self description,
warmth of salty drops i can feel and it's not a illusion,
delication of feelings cause the hurt,
because of them i get burnt,
walls are like caves,
describing  a story on wall's which makes,
which can stop motion of continuous breathe,
what i to me,
and i wanna be only ME.