19/11/2018
I found this morning so fluffy as the breeze flew through my innocent thoughts. Later, I never thought it would leave a storm in its lone aisles. I was in the dark cause they had already been casted their votes. Votes of hate, my heart bleeds still, so my thoughts derail like a haunted soul.
"You are feeble and voiceless" I could hear them roar. They found me so pathetic and terrible.
I'm .... I'm tired. I shouldn't have come here, to see the sights that treat me ill. A fragile life, so the die is cast and I see no ways before me to take the right one.
I tried but never met the both ends, ever in dreams I guess. Life's a feeble melody for the feebles, they never smile with their heart in secrecy and that's the truth that walks naked.