I’ve had everything, I have everything
Shamelessly, I can’t help but say
I have nothing.
I’ve had everyone, I have everyone
And as stupid as it may seem,
I sense I’m alone, I’m in no team.
I wake up everyday from the dead,
Wandering here and there...
Ignoring every instruction put against me
Helpless about what to be and what not.
Now, I think, a tissue is what I resemble
A weak object to be used and mercilessly thrown away,
Fingers crossed that ‘someone’ would come
And light the flames of hope in me,
For a brighter day.
I had to face ugly truths the hard way,
Difficult lessons at the worst.
And not one inch of anger or emotion in me...
One question is all I want answered.
Am I cursed?
Happiness is way out of proportion,
Depression, Guilt, Fury
I’d take anything as evidence.
Proof of that I’m alive.
I get freedom, I go out.
I travel, I ‘try’ to have fun.
Yet, I’m cooped up in me.
As in a well too high to climb out of.
As bad as my situation might seem to you,
I find it easy,
You see …..
Disappointment turned out to be pleasant for me.