Still
walking down the lane for
happiness and glee.
Still
searching for my soul, Who
is the real me?
My
thoughtless mind filled
with so much stress.
The
torturing pain, all
this agony and distress.
I
still can’t find my
purpose in life.
A
lot has been lost, so
much to revive.
My
vacant empty eyes and
a chaos in my mind,
Can’t
hold it anymore but
I still have to hide.
My
vision is getting blurry and
my hands are getting weak.
Some
guidance from above, some
sign is what I need.
I’m
tired of all this fight, now
I want to retreat.
There
is nothing left of me, I’m
completely incomplete.


