I was alone and lost,
I guided myself through each coast,
I was crying,
And I was dying from inside
I wiped my own tears.
I fought my every fear.
No one believed me,
Music is something that healed me.
I penned down my feelings,
Never had a debate on them
I don't know how people relate with them,
Maybe we all are living a same story just characters are different.
Maybe we all are feeling these pains together.
So much of responsibilities we all have,
Does our happiness even matters?
I don't know what i am writing right now,
All i have is pen and paper.
Mind and pockets are empty,
Heart is blank.
Why should i bow down to anyone?
I came this far on my own ,
I should thank myself.
One day i will feel proud,
One day i will recite these from stage , and everywhere i can see is only crowd.
I will earn in 8 figures,
I am writing my own future.
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This is my last poem here
don't mind me but because,
i think there aren't any mature writers here, there are many copy cats and , to be honest there are only few genuinely good writers here. they know whom i am Talking about ,
So i will be not that much active from now here.,
i had many songs , i thought i will post here but now i feel what if someone use them without my permission those are pieces of my heart and I don't want someone to use it.
And i also think i need to be in between great writers to learn more and more and to sharp my skills.
so thank you ♥️
maybe i will post quotes here but i am not sure about poems..

© DemonKing