I sleep in fear, the scare keeps me from closing my eyes Success is on my ceiling,can't reach it for failure keeps pulling me downSo if I fell, it's not because I'm asleepSacrifice is painted on my wallsSorrow stares through my windowsPain is on my doorstep, I'm gullible as soon as I turn the knobRespect only visits when I do good, I'm always surrounded by griefI'm inlove with hapiness, but she doesn't want to commit
I wonder who's currently the happiest- that newborn who is oblivious to what goes on around him? Who doesn't know love or hate, pain or peace, heaven or torture, who is cared for and showered with love? Is it the adult? Who has to build his live, and go through pain and endure hate, lose a lot of people, and fall either alone or with someone who cares? Or is it the old? Who has left most of the pain behind, who has less to love and less to hate, and accepted the fact that anyday maybe his last?
I can't wait for tomorrow, when I'll look back at today and it'll seem like yesterday but it'll just be a memory
I took my last sip of the coffee and walked out
I met him outside, he glanced for a while
He held his umbrella over my head
He couldn’t speak properly
I noticed as we exchanged our names
He took me to his cab; he refused to let me pay
He offered to take me wherever and whenever
We became close, until the day he came to my house
My sister and her friends were there
They made fun of him despite my interventions
They got into his head and broke him down
I got a call that night, it was an emergency
When I got there I was told they did all they could
In his phone I was the only contact, in his wallet ours was the only photo
No relatives, no friends, I was the only
All there was to do was stand by him, I failed
If you had to choose between hurting someone now and making them happy later, or making them happy now and hurting them later...What would it be?
You say you are tired of the shootings, is that true?
How is it when in the first place the gun was bought from you?
What if I'm gone today?Or lose someone close to me?And I realize all I wanted to say,I felt gratitude for everything they did,but didn't say "Thank You"I felt love for them,but didn't say "I love you",I caused them pain,but didn't say "I'm sorry"I didn't hold them,to make sure they felt love
I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, so excuse me if I don't offer them to be cried on
What's worse than the dark times you go through is not noticing the people who are by your side during them
Even people who are in the same boat stand in different places, so you can never fully understand anyone's pain