The tears from my eyes, won’t tell you any story; The voice that died, refuses to say sorry; Those nights aren’t aware of the dreams downright scary; These lips now hide the burden I carry; Do you hear my silence? Can you read my thoughts? Do I have a choice? I want to be left…

In the end

The jar is full of pills I take one a day So it slowly kills I slit my wrist tonight There’s no death In the blood that spills So I run, my friend Follow the bleeding trail Find me, Find me in the end

Lost

Parading myself In shame All along the way Walls fell, roads collapsed What’s left behind are Noise and debris Took different paths Scoured different ways Walked through the ashes Brushing off the pain Prisoner in some places Or a king in chains Broke the crown, I lost myself to people, Castle burnt to ground Carrying…

Say it.

If I don’t say anything, Does that make you happy? I stare into the night As you wipe your tears What were we thinking? I’m ready to confess When deafening silence reigns, Say something. I’ll leave you be I’ll wait and see Before I leave Tell me, Is my quiet your peace?

Where lies the beauty?

“I can be beautiful if I try.” She said, shrugging her shoulders, as her eyes met the ground; I see her innocence flooding all over her embarrassed face. “You already are.” I murmured as I faced denial. Not everybody is beautiful to everyone. The truth is, beauty doesn’t lie in an individual; it’s in perception…