stark forge
Died so many lives, Yet yearn to live a little.
Saved so many hearts, But my own has grown brittle.
It's something I can't explain,
And when I try, all they do is blame.
I don't talk as much these days.
They found me stupid because of my face.
If looks matter that much than why do bodies buried in ground,
And soul ascended to heaven.
This was how my closest taught me my greatest lesson
Wish I had someone who could see the introvert in me,
Who knew the difference between my silence and sadness,
Someone who could catch the gleam in my eyes And the child hiding in my laughter.
Connecting with others feels like a hassle nowadays,
And I wonder if they'd leave me too during my hardest phase.
"Hello, anyone? Is someone there?".
When it's my turn, why does everyone disappears?
I helped others, hoping God might grant me something in return,
But when I reached the edge, even He didn't turn.
Life no longer feels like life anymore.
Even the simplest things feel like a war.
The child in me has seen too much violence and mental gore.
Guess the weight of silence gave me enormous power
To let me see the withering trample my flower (Things close in life).