My feelings do not matter ,
Even when my eyes go wetter .
I have to wake with same feeling .
It is the curse of living .
People label me as silly ,
This beautiful world is as ugly .
I cannot express any-more .
No longer I am the way I was before .
Trying to be numb, Still I feel !
All the things are too much to deal .
Hurt Every where I see ,
All I want is to be free ! !
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Blend of Emotions
PoesíaAll the things we feel cannot be told in simple words But in poems we can feel them , however we want to reflect them. This is a poem collection Of random stuff which goes through my mind , the things I feel or which are stuck in there.. I t...
