My tears dry on their own,
Its so hard being left alone,
Its like my heart is left with no other,
Becoming my own lover,
As days grew older,
My heart grew colder,
My life becoming a great terror,
Sitting down looking at the mirror,
My own reflections speaking to me,
When my mind plays some lottery,
Gaining insanity so drastically,
Kinda feel so crazy,
I'm becoming very lonely,
Its like sadness is gaining on me,
All that I have is my dreams only,
As I sat on my own,
Wondering why I don't fit with people as a whole,
That's why I stand up on my own,
Just like my tears,
Coz...
MY TEAR DRY ON THEIR OWN
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Ahhhhhhhhhh! beautiful dear poet, along somewhere in between your questions you will find your answers; look deeper and ask further!