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Hira malik Sep 2017
The worst of all is
To be alone!

Loneliness......
U know how it feels to be alone
Like the last spark on the sky
After crackers fires
And rest of the light turns into ashes
Leaving behind the last spark to survive!

It is something like this
A small moment
Between leaving spring
And embracing autumn!

A very tiny cliche
Between hiccough of crying
And laughing hysterically!

A deep fear making you derwish
Like this moth in dark night
Continuously encircling the lantern light!

Feeling of being cursed
Like a little child
Witj parched dry lips
Waiting hopelessly for a wet sight!!

U ever felt the tormenting fear of being never held?; heart is such a disgusting place to live in
And ur mind search it constantly
A link between ur solemn heart
And attachment to the outside plight!!
Wont you tell  me what you  think am I good or am I bad? I haven't decided. Out of me and my sister I am easily the nicest. What I should do next I haven't the slightest. I don't know rhe flames in my hell suddenly ignited. The voices inside my head have gone completely quiet.
I am alone in the room so in the room I am the highest. I couldn't resist. To be honest this is how In continue to exsit. It could have happened so swift. Still I ran the risk of my gears getting switched and me getting flipped on my shift. I am pretty humble and rather modest. Sometimes when I'm alone in the darkness to maintain for me is the hardest. On myself I have always been the harshest.I am still Silver but these days I am completely tarnished. This chronic  am smoking now is the strongest.I am truly astonished. HIgh as hell I am feeling quite demolished.Just being honest. I tried my very best  to do just as I had promised. NO fits have I pitched.. INamn feeling pretty **** accomplished.  I ventured out of my crypt. Armed only  with a pen and my wit. Must I remind you that simply I do not give a ****. I have no problems I admit that I am in fact lit As a matter of fact Im in orbit. In my favorite ship I took a little trip. Now here in private I sit.being quiet out of habit ******. I didn't permit anyone to hear my lighter click.Nor did anyone see the sparks I did emit. Even the skealtons in my closet are quick. Inside my head my thoughts are sick, The smoke in this room is rather thick. No one seems to really know what makes me tick. For sure I won't put up witj a bunch of *******. I'll take every hit that I can get. You can even come and visit When you are at your fullest. Trying your best to be so slick. Steadily just bumping that lip like you're desperate. Who needs a gun? At you I'll throw a bullet. To miss you I still wouldn't be equipped. I am explicit. I can't help it I spend a lot of  time getting twisted
Explicit

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