I'm still Alive,
but hardly Breathing.
My Soul, is almost Dead
and Heart, is just Beating.
In Poetry and Prose,
I've found a reason to Live.
A reason to Write,
with the Poems I Give.
The Words that U read,
I've hardly Spoken.
Coz Tears kept falling,
when My Heart was Broken.
My Poems are filled,
with Darkness and Pain.
I pray Night & Day,
I find Happiness Again.
