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My shadow only wanna hide beside me, all things going so wilde, black shadow in the front of a ray of light, seems to b no more visible in the existance survival fight, it feels like that m so numb, that i cant cry or smile and peoples start saying that m a dumb, but i m not i cry but no 1 bothers that m crying and m i feel so alone, they just ignore me and wore me a thrown, and made me the king of lonelyness and try to supress, the things i guess, that these r hurting me too much, and destroying the best part of myself and if i wannna clutch, the part it goes more apart, from my reach, & as usual the peoples who see me try to teach, there own non-sense lessons, if dont wanna get those they felt m in the list foolish of foolish persons, they putted itno who dosnt make a agree on there stupid speeches, it's still going darker here and echoes but not reaches,
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
my life and my present
My shadow only wanna hide beside me, all things going so wilde, black shadow in the front of a ray of light, seems to b no more visible in the existance survival fight, it feels like that m so numb, that i cant cry or smile and peoples start saying that m a dumb, but i m not i cry but no 1 bothers that m crying and m i feel so alone, they just ignore me and wore me a thrown, and made me the king of lonelyness and try to supress, the things i guess, that these r hurting me too much, and destroying the best part of myself and if i wannna clutch, the part it goes more apart, from my reach, & as usual the peoples who see me try to teach, there own non-sense lessons, if dont wanna get those they felt m in the list foolish of foolish persons, they putted itno who dosnt make a agree on there stupid speeches, it's still going darker here and echoes but not reaches,
to any 1 who can put me up, but it still a search goin on and the luck, factor is not working :( as it's my bad time, fighting for my part which is a fine, and d finest part of me, but it's still lost trying 2 get back the strets, of joy and smiles, but it sems harder like counting stars in the skies, it's my life in present it's sad it's bad and irrelivant.....:(
Akash-mazumdar
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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