to come back to what I am
but I have been killed, though I am alive
At times feel like If I need not have to come back home
These nights feel haunted, house feel daunted
I am broken into pieces, shattered across floor
alike broken pieces from drawing mirror board
I am so lonesome, even tears doesn't helps
It's my emotional heart and rest I am brain dead
Pals said I was a motivator to them
It's all to a point where I keep searching
my motivation behind each of the frames
Weekends starting Friday evening feels so dry
It makes life difficult to all alone, only tv and net to say hi
Till the Monday morning until office work calls
Nobody round to talk, it's me and just the walls
I am crawling like a damn duck
No calls, no friends
Even the closed ones doesn't give a damn
Whether I m living or laid
Even god doesn't shower mercy and what I am
It's we together who make us fly
Alone we are like grass all burning brown and dry
And we will make each other cry
Wait for more 2 weeks will decide the fate
I am waiting for you so long
Don't keep me wait..I hate being alone with the sofa and bed.
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