Sometimes...

My life gets so annoying,
Feels like,
Everything is gone,
There's nothing left behind,
When I give them my love,
And all I get,
Are pain and tears,
And a heart full of fear,
Fear of being broken...
Fear of being crushed...

Sometimes...

I think,
When I'm in my bed,
'What made them so cold?'
'Why don't they understand?'
I try so hard,
To untangle my thoughts,
But in the end,
They are more,
Tangled than before...

Sometimes...

I think,
'Why am I a masochist?'
'Do I love more?'
'Or they love less?'
I don't know what it is,
I burn my hand again and again,
And keep going towards fire,
Hoping that someday,
I'll get the love,
That I desire...

Sometimes...

I wish I could die,
For some time,
And then,
Again come alive,
Not because,
I can't bear the pain,
I'm used to it,
I can bear it,
Again and again,
But the reason is that,
I want to see that,
'How will it seem?'
And I want to feel that,
'How will it feel?'
When I'll be gone,
Because I hope,
That they'll start listening,
When I'll be dead,
Maybe then they'll understand,
The things that I said...

Sometimes...

I'm crying inside,
I feel like,
I'm dying inside,
But I don't cry,
In front of those,
Who don't care,
So I wear a mask,
And fake a smile,
So that no one will know,
'What's in there?'
So that no will know,
That I'm crying inside...
And no will know,
That I'm dying inside...