Its useless for you to ask how I feel,
You won't understand it.
Its useless for me to listen to your comforts'
I won't believe them;
as I know you don't know-
How I feel....
I'm struggling to live with myself.
Alas!if the pain of an aching heart only had sounds,
The Great Thunderstorm would be silenced
by its roars;
You don't know how hard it is
to hold on to my pieces
tearing further into fragments.
How I just want to lock myself in a room
in an isolated corner of the world,
with nobody but me
and scream till my lungs bleed
pull my hair in agony
wash the floor with my tears
scratch the damp walls with bleeding nails
Though its already happening
I shout for help
for some fresh air
for some new light
to guide me home;
And none of you can see me
So things worsen
Please don't be so impolite
Leave the room so that I can feel
a bit free,the least favors,couldn't you?
And don't blame for being impolite
I'm sick, you see
There a difference between you and me
You have a sane tender mind
barking at world's smallest shits
I revolt against the storm both inside
and outdoors,
with my tired 'insane' tough mind
So its logical for me to get tired right?
C'mon, I told you why I wanna stay alone
We both won't understand each other.....
The turtle doesn't know pains of long flight
The crow the struggles of a long swim
You are happy and gay
So stay
I feel depressed and sick,just get out now
You cannot empathise
I cannot remember how being you used to be
never felt light in a long time...