Disclaimer: This post in no way encourages suicide/killing or even glorifies death in any aspect. ————————————————————————————————————————- problems aplentylife is one big hell of a soap opera god closes one door and opens anotherbut in my case, god closes one door(problem)and opens up many more doors (problems) sometimes i wonderif there is anyone called

sitting in the park benchin the midst of a lush green fieldaway from the prying eyes of everyonewe sit down,hands clasped strangers we wereon the day we saw each otheryou going about your workme, stumbling into the minefieldlike a lost child scared and confusedi stood rooted to my placelike a human

a twinkle herea twinkle theresitting under the clear nightsky i wonderedi wondered if i can float upand gently touch themand be next to them one by oneslowly shining its way into the dark night skies coming out of the darknessand lighting up the heavenly skieswith its little twinkle i couldnt help draw a

a crazy day it wasthings that i should not have saidthings that i should not have donehad all been said and donein 5 minutes i stormed out of the buildingwith a view to run awayrun away to a place where no one can disturb i wanted to spend 5 minutes alonei wanted

Paradise a peaceful placefilled with all souls pureand blessed Paradisewhere happiness knew no limitshappiness etched in everyone’s face darkness has no place heresorrow is unknownfear driven away to extinctionsoothing the mind with all that is needed to live happily walking slowly in the corridors of heaveni take a look at whats left of

a thousand tears i criedover the last few dayswhat was once a dry(gentle) riverbedtransformed into a wild river overnightwith each passing momentand each passing hourwith the clock slowly ticking away the tears just continue unabateda thousand gallons of teardropgently caress the feet of those nearbyyet no one moved an incha

I slowly fade awayfrom the battlefieldclutching what i could findgrappling with the stark realityreality is always stranger than fictionthis is your own storyyou are the only personplaying a lot of rolesa warrior before the battlea soldier during itnow a loser after iti slowly try to fade awayhead downwalking forwardyet looking

Gathering up the piecesof whats left of mei try to make my outit was a hard fightthat shattered a long dreamand a deeper desire to lifeone that brought an end to a lifea castle that was once standing in its full glorynow lay in ruinslike the once mighty unicorn,i was

i slowly pushed myself upright with nothing else left and only a desperate desire to live again i made one last attempt a final attempt to either win or lose a victory would guarantee me life a loss would mean the end… its a pity it had to come to this eventually gathering my confidence and hope i threw

as i lay in a heap of mess on the edge of life and death flashes of life that i once wanted and flashes of life that i once was played in front of me life that i once lived i cannot change life that i wanted to live now lay in my hands should i give in to

some might call it stupidity some might call it arrogance while others might think i am being foolish society is like a chameleon they change colours as and when it suits them to me, it was the only thing left to do death was not an option to me running away is what cowards do i, wanted to

i watched the shadow slowly engulfing my happiness part of me wanted to go away while the other part wanted to stay and put up a brave fight a fight that will either leave me dead or a fight that will allow me to live i cannot run forever i cannot hide it forever when i look into

this is a continuation of the previous poem – shadow ——————————————————- i stood there in total awe frozen by shock completely drenced in sweat i couldnt believe what i saw my inner self once completely pure in the few years i was on the sides i sold my soul to the satan i sold my soul to the power of darkness now, at a

i had plenty to sayi had to plenty to talkwords that once came gushing outwords that just wouldnt let this mouth closenow merely disappeared out of tracei tried searching it in the bankif i had mistakenly deposited it therei tried looking into my piggy bankif i playfully put it insidei

I’ve been down andI’m wondering whyThese little black cloudsKeep walking aroundWith mesometimes life is one big puzzleyou wonder why things are so jumbled upeven with all the pieces in handyou still struggle to put them all togetheri try to understand but wander around too muchto stay in one placei walked