I have remained scared,
All my life,
Of people.
With every sunrise,
I woke up, with a hope,
To love people.
Every dusk,
I slip into my heart,
A broken heart, and despair,
Hating people.
In between days and years,
My life kept passing away,
My faith kept breaking down
Because of people.
Everytime, I bleed, I cried,
I patted my heart,
That someday, my faith will be restored,
By people.
And then, someone will come in,
I will look up to,
I try to redefine,
people at their best,
Thud, they break my heart,
Smash down my believes, my faith,
Shake my senses, show me,
People at their worst.
Yes, I am scared,
Yes, I do hate people,
For one reason, unchanged,
"People"
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
I have remained scared,
All my life,
Of people.
With every sunrise,
I woke up, with a hope,
To love people.
Every dusk,
I slip into my heart,
A broken heart, and despair,
Hating people.
In between days and years,
My life kept passing away,
My faith kept breaking down
Because of people.
Everytime, I bleed, I cried,
I patted my heart,
That someday, my faith will be restored,
By people.
And then, someone will come in,
I will look up to,
I try to redefine,
people at their best,
Thud, they break my heart,
Smash down my believes, my faith,
Shake my senses, show me,
People at their worst.
Yes, I am scared,
Yes, I do hate people,
For one reason, unchanged,
"People"
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