Things Of Consequence

I'm wide awake
But it feels like a dream
Holding myself not to cry and scream
It's a vicious circle so unfair
What makes it worse is that I care
I walk through life
My senses dull
Fights, abuses...what a lull
Fake as a plastic bag
Are 'friends' who forever make you gag
They never wanna get involved
When it's our fight, our call
Second options
Back up drives
No one cares about our lives
Tired of living like a pile on
Will anyone care when we are gone?
But sometimes we need to open our eyes
And re-evaluate your life
Because you decide
Whether you will get
Happily ever after or
The fires of hell
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
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Anil Kumar Panda 21 January 2014
sad but beautifully done.liked it.keep inking Anusha.
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