How could everything be alright?
Life is scattered
Life is hard
It punches you on the face
With the utmost grace
It rips your heart away
Marking several traces
Of your pain.
It's hard to breathe
Even if it takes a second
It takes my soul
To fulfill my body's greed
To live
When I want to stop living.
All these scars aren't here for nothing
The kisses of blades,
With the redness blushing,
Opens my soul for a moment
But then that moment is soon replaced,
With the outburst of tears,
The heavy weight in me making some place
To bug me again
And again my heart is empty,
As if it was always a void
Just like my entwined mind.
Don't you see I pretend?
I pretend because impression matters
No one likes a sad person who tends
To make others sadder
I pretend because that's what I'm best at
I can be me
But if I continue my 'only me' chat
Then you'll probably see
The person in me.
I talk less
Because silence hides all flaws
It's a drape to hide all the mess,
The mind thinks about all the time making petty laws,
Of living the life
Which can't be applied or shared
But I would in future do everything
Adventurous I thought of if I dared
But there's no way I'll share
My life's not an open book
I won't let my thoughts lie bear.
Nothing's alright,
You already know
Just somehow dodge the questions
And try to show
Your happiness which is completely lost
Your smile which don't make your eyes crinkle
Your laughter which is deep in your heart scattered and tossed
Around the cruel sadness which gulped it down
Show your dull eyes as if they are shimmery
Just wait for that time
When you have your victory
Over the people talking who leave you at last
Like you're an old and dying tree
Which looks completely green
But is dark and weak from inside
Making you the best queen
For faking that happiness in you
Never died.
