Comments about ankita oswal
Painful Intoxication....The Slow Death..
i dont wanna cry, but i cry,
the tears roll down, without permission,
unstoppable, hot and angry, they escape it all…
i wanna escape with them, vanish in the air,
become like water,
flow out and dissapear…
i wanna be a stone, that feels not a thing,
that can bear it all, and yet survive…
i wanna be the barren land, untouched and unwanted,
then i wont be hurt, i shall be free..
i dont wanna kno happiness, it causes pain,
i want to jst let go, free myself, be unhurt, carefree…
nothing matters, nothing worth care,
i feel trapped, bound in ...