I write, when I am in pain
when there are too little reasons to be happy
but a million of sadness to gain
when, my eyes are wet , but also dried
when even my tears deceived me, and did not come out
no matter how much hard I tried
when, my life is like crushed petals of a rose
when pain and screams are the drugs, of which everyday, i take a overdose
when for others, the road is smooth, but for me it is full of...