I love walking in the rain so no one can see me crying,
My soul cries for help, I have given up trying.
I hide in the dark and in silence I abide,
I lie on the bed with my soul right beside.
I dream of the life that I could have had,
Now nothing makes a difference - good or bad.
What keeps me awake is the thought what's become of me,
It's a never fading guilt that's crawling inside me.
Cursing and screaming my thoughts are going wild,
Begging for mercy from my own disturbed mind.
The colors are gone and my whole world is gray,
I plea for help as my sanity is shying away.
Even my shadow seem to walk away from me,
It seems impossible for me to break free.
I watch myself as I come undone,
And walk once again as my tears and rain become one.
5 comments:
very nice.......good job......actually it's all my training........i made her took out all her "dard" in the poem......good job.......keep it up....one day u'll make me proud..........
sleuth take my word, u can do wonders with ur pen. 'twas awesome
itis one was also great yaar.. truely speaking u can become a great poet..
its incredible....and i sincerely wish that neither u or anyone else gets into a situation so painful...........EVER.
I can relate to it so well... Thanx for giving words to my feelings.... wishing u all the best in all ur endeavors
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