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 thorns
when for others, the roads are silent, but for me, full of shouts and horns
when for normal people, there are a plenty of things they enjoy to do
I never had such days, but with the storms in my life, even the little moments shed away and flew
no one understands me
no one loves me
no one cares about me, no one wants to touch me
no one wants to hear me, no one wants to feel me
I am a living soul, with a life darker than my dead shadow
sometimes a paralyzed dog, sometimes a tied and a caged crying sparrow
this pain does not seem to last
leaving me, only with some spells of pain and sadness, to spell and to cast

© Shanid