You cerebral might be blown
When I talk my **** in lyrical form
To this world, I don't conform
I am a unicorn in the human form

It took me years to realize
that nobody is supposed to
see parts of yourself
that you yourself don't understand yet.

Let's liberate each other
From the chains of society
Let's be real
Share each other's fears and anxiety
Let's be us
And try to find some similarities
Even if we are not the same
Sometimes it's ok not to have parity
I will be me
Hope you will be you
Till the time
It's figured out that I can be yours
And you can be mine
Well, it sounds stupid
Still, a good enough reason to rhyme

All these words are just ingredients
for the recipe called feelings.

Lately, I have been reminiscing a lot.
Of all the lame fights we fought.
Arguing for hours in a loop,
Never let it go.
I guess, we both had too much ego.
Or maybe we weren't right for each other.
Maybe we weren't meant to last forever.
But I still do think of you sometimes.
Whenever I look at that picture of you and mine.

Why think of settling down?
When we can rise up and above together.

Sometimes, it feels like we are living in a simulation.
A simulation designed to ultimately doom all of us.

I have been struggling
Daily guzzling
Bottles of alcohol
Just to fill up the hole
Left open since you are gone.

This feeling of sinking
keeps on growing as it sinks in.

Sometimes, some lies are worth living for.

I spend too much time imagining
thinking, writing, dreaming
about someone who will never be mine.

It's strange
How we went
From talking forever,
To rarer,
To never.

Sometimes our hunger for external validation
Leads us to our extinction.

What's the point of
hiding your emotions
and trying to pretend?.
When you know
nothing gonna matter
in the end.

Why it always happens to me?
Why I can't set myself free?
Why I don't know what is right?
Why I don't have a reason to fight?
Why I never understood what is essential?
Why I never did justice to my potential?
Why I am so misunderstood?
Why I have nothing to look for in this concrete wood?
Why I never understood who were my friends?
Why I never got that this is not the end?
Why I am always skeptic about my belief?
Why I never felt that relief?
Why I am asking so many questions to myself?
Why I never had someone with me to help?
Why I am being so pessimist?
Why I have nothing to wish?
Is it because of not understanding myself?
Or Is it because of not being with you when you needed help?
I don't know the reason for this cyclone inside me
But this time I decided not to flee
Decided to fight against it with whatever I have
Ready to do everything to get out of this dark cave
So that I can find a new way and see a new sunshine
And once again decorate my life with new rhymes.