There is an emptiness inside,
something that let me beside.
I'm tired of perceiving the
excuses they wore,
I'm tired of hearing the sorry
that let me torn.
my heart aches with every beats,
feelings are quiet but again repeats.
sometimes I think that fault lies in me,
my words bleed but soul cries inside me.
why people pretend to fake in front,
behind our back there's a different junk.
the story that everytime i hear,
sounds like it isn't mine.
same story with different plots,
artists are same but words are lost.


© muskan🙂