The rain pelts in the dark, On the laburnum that stood still, Beneath which, there was a soul, Strong enough to fight the kill. The rain pierced his wounds, As the water was hurting the crown, Of a friend not good enough to speak, But enough to not let him drown. His tears held to the leaf, That in turn, held his heart, He'd rather die, for forever, Than to accept the part . He kept on fighting the thunder, But his speech rid friend just couldn't, He could mourn night and day, He can, but he didn't. Travellers who came, went away, Those who couldn't fell asleep, The tree collapsed and died, But his friend couldn't weep.
Silent resignation, Transcending the very dark, Burning bad, inside, Lying it to be sparks . An unusual isolation, In the wide round crowd, You're screaming silence, Growing defening loud. And yet you fly, Or slowly fall, And yet you lose, Or probably win it all. The pain has started to grow, But still, you don't feel, You're afraid of your mind, Your heart, it steal. Begging you to give up, Is a soul drowned is ash, A rain infiltrating blood, But you're not afraid, Cause you'll be gone in a flash.
What is it like? When all you feel is just ache? When you are breathing, but just for its sake? When you are forced to smile, no matter how fake? When you spend nights figuring out your mistake?
How does it feel? When you try to weep, but your tears are dry? When your entire life just seems like a lie? When the sky is bright, but you're too tired to fly? When you wish you were dead, but don't know why?
Doesn't it hurt? When you look at the mirror, and all you feel is shame? When life seems like a long lost game? When you look back in time, and wish it were all same? When you close your eyes, and realise you're the only one to blame?
Is it over? When you failed people who called you strong? When you cannot go back to where you belong? When life seems like one long sad song? When the wait for death has been too long?