Every morning you open your eyes.... wanting the dawn to bring some good surprise;
But, for eyes which cried all night, even the efforts put on the wish is lunatic;
People around me are perfectly programmed robots - to spurn any emotion;
What happened, whom you can never tell For...moments of sympathy n thumb rule of advice to console;
In the end calling you a zany for being just emotional conscious...
But, nothing hurts me - no talk interest me...with the setting sun..
I know the bitter memories ready to haunt me...I close my eyes - I think i sleep at time..
but, in between theirs no new dream; The evil genius make me a forced insomniac.
Some stolen breath with no names...I do my best to live in constrain;
Where, misfortune follows n provoke the pain to sustain.
Alcohol - Drugs-n- gals are not my taste;
Still i know i will die with pain - humiliation n no gain.
I feel like a Alien where Bad is the new Good;
So let your worst nightmare be true n who cares the mood..
Where Pain - heals - pain, I want to hurt myself again n again;
Each new guilt, for being wrong- relives the previous.......
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