Shattered hope, how will I cope,
Is there any light at the end of this *****?
Dealing with my problems,
More like balancing on soup,
While ******* with a thick rope,
Can't help but wobble,
In every corner there's trouble,
One ends and then it's double,
How is that even possible?
Can't escape, permanently ****,
In a world where there's zero luck,
Where, at everything, I ****,
My thoughts, ideas, always receiving a mock,
Never failed to be a laughing stock,
Sometimes I wonder if I'm just leftovers,
Forgotten even in a garbage truck,
Lost count of the times I got struck,
By words that are better left unsaid,
That ache more than a throw of a rock,
Maybe I should cage my inner self with a lock,
Enclose my self from everything and not even look,
At my present or future, both hold nothing good in stock,
Wishing time was a motionless clock,
Wanna fade away in a flock,
In a void where there's no hate, no pain, nothing hurtful to block.
~A.d | 3 Aug 2014
