Everyone thinks i'm fine
but i'm not well
just forced to be ok
Everything is still the same with me
as you left it
those things, those memories
And now the situation is such that
You are their color and I am their picture
everyone is moving ahead of me
I am coming too
I often sit on
in some corner
I feel empty
but also this emptiness
I am forced to fill myself with cigarette smoke
everything is over
inside and outside of me
If someone squeezes it, they can see
I'm just alive
But I am also forced to survive
About the Creator
Suraj poetry plus
Of these thoughts that human has become the most important species in the world, it is these thoughts that have made man the son of God or the son of Satan, therefore whatever your thoughts may be, they are important.
I am write my thoughts
Keep reading
More stories from Suraj poetry plus and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (2)
The weight of feeling compelled to maintain a decent façade while experiencing inner agony is aptly captured in this essay.
Echoing words of sadness. Well done!