It is not a poem, but a mere thoughts
A question that screams misery
For every living soul, blessed be
From a tired human being,
In a suffering spree.
She says, in tears.
"Do i have to remind you,
That i have feelings?
That i can break down?
That i can be tired?
That the heart i have,
is capable of feeling hurt?"
Another tear streams down,
through her pale face.
She speaks, softly yet
miserably desperate.
"That i'm also,
A human being?"
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
It is not a poem, but a mere thoughts
A question that screams misery
For every living soul, blessed be
From a tired human being,
In a suffering spree.
She says, in tears.
"Do i have to remind you,
That i have feelings?
That i can break down?
That i can be tired?
That the heart i have,
is capable of feeling hurt?"
Another tear streams down,
through her pale face.
She speaks, softly yet
miserably desperate.
"That i'm also,
A human being?"