Putting you through this is not worth it
You already have to much to worry about
I'll just make things worse
You see what I want you to see
And that's what you want
But that's not the real me
You would never be able to handle the real me
My breakdowns
My constant isolation
My negativity
My sadness and tears at @2 am
The never ending pain
Trust me I'm saving you the time
I'm not worth it

My eyes Crack like dried paper,
onto the desk at 4 am,
I'm not sure if my maker,
is a lion or a lamb,

Stuck between the present,
and the task at hand,
life is rarely pleasant,
when you can see through the sham,

I open the window, ash seeps in,
I can never duck get win,
Friends, my patience is wearing thin,
I know there's places I've been,

Not in the linear fashion of thought,
but inside the sky of my minds eye,

past, present future,
everything that can't be bought

Sirens call from below the threshold
The children scatter wherever it is safe
I lay in bed, hating the issues
I fail to accept

Sweet November was always my favorite
It enveloped me
In a tower of safety
I'd been fighting a war
Couldn't live up to my dreams

Some days I find
That I'm too scared
To talk about what plagues my fears
What will happen when I open it up
And find a wound I didn't make?

She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes,
Her beauty striked every heart
Her beauty hided every scars.
No wonder her pain was just a mystery
She kept it secret like it was her history.
She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly
Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside.
There was a story behind her,
The story which was unspoken but real.
For no one should see the truth behind her life,
As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive.
Her goals were limitless,
She urged to acheive it, unless .
ALL her efforts and hardworks,
Made her shine like fireworks.
    -Aasiya shaikh