Wishes turn to ashes
And dreams turn into air
In this world we exist
Screwing ourselves without any care
Call it our need or our addiction
No one gives a damn
For doesn't matter what you call it
It's still a trap
Pasting the broken pieces together
Hiding the darkness within
But it still seeps out and scatter
A story of our uncountable sins
Pushed one and pulled another
The mind is boggled
Fluctuating emotions smother
Every sane thought so to say
Improvisation is out of the question
Cause there is nothing left to withstand
The trickery of kindred emotions
Promising us heaven and leaving us in hell.
YOU ARE READING
Withering petals of my hurting heart
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.
