Every night is the same thought
Can I please die?
No, I am not crying
But how will I survive!
This world is not meant for all
Maybe that’s why it makes me feel small.
No idea how I came this far
As I lost all hope in this war.
Still surviving, still fighting
Hoping someday I will be smiling.
But right now I have a question
Am I a burden on my known?
As I always get into troubles
Making them also suffer.
Its too harsh, this world’s cruelty
I want to escape from this reality.
Art is fine and mesmerizing
Maybe that’s the reason I feel calm while writing!
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