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Am the worst one to ever be born,
Lacking an aim to objectives,
Am as information within torn...
Making excuses for my life's grace so gone....

Joke at me, I am a thing to mock at,
Ofcourse, am insane - so inhumane...
Tracking existence of nothingness...

Keeping my eyes at place,
As a matter of fact, for me is impossible...
Umbrella saves you from rain,
Rain doesn't stop cause of it!

Making a decision on whether I want to live, or not,
Actually is quite tough, quite boring..
Nobody can ever have guts to live my boring life...
"Going places " from knife to knife...
As if, I have no reason to live,
Tragically, I have no responsibility to die...
Am actually fed up of everything, am good at nothing... Am just that stupid child, who was the topper of the class and now has simply evaporated into the tag of " Class's most dumb child"..... I have no friends, and I don't regret it,they weren't my friends, but that of my marks, and I don't know, what I want from my life now.... I once had a dream, and now it has no purpose... I am so aimless, am too lazy to even think about anything... Am just tired... Am just me...
I'm suicidal
I have thought about it not only once or twice but thrice
I'm suicidal
I have written hundreds, thousands and millions of letters
I'm suicidal
I'm a danger to myself
I'm suicidal
I see no fun in living.
I'm afraid that we will run out of fire for each other, that we don't have enough passion to keep us going. I'm afraid that darkness threatens to engulf our flame. I'm afraid that you'll leave me; I'm afraid that I'll leave you.

I don't know what the future holds. No one does.
Half of reality is make believe.
There is a light in the distance,
yet towards it there is no road.
There is a light, I can see it,
on midnight clouds its golden reflection afloat.

There is a shimmer, among many a tree,
that any eye but mine ceases so see.
A shimmer there is still,
but I can’t reach it, and not I will.

There is a beam of sunlight,
pouring itself through my windowpane.
A bewarming beam it is;
making up for any yesterday rain.

A light is always there,
but no particular place it shines from -
There is a light in the distance,
but distance sometimes
hides together with illusion.
You are the farthest place away from me,
And you can still break my heart everyday.
My wandering soul, how it aimlessly dwells
Among darkened hills, amidst its unseen spells,
And in the distance all that I hear: the summoning of bells.
Far above me, the high boughs they are bending,
The once hidden moon now slowly ascending
And as it sings to the world its sleep song,
I sit in its shadow and await my ending.
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