Tick tock, tick tock,
Runs the time, in the clock,
I work day and night,
Still too weak to fight,
Feels like I am destroying my life,
Sometimes I want to slit my wrist with a knife,
Day by day, I am losing a friend,
The problems, I guess, have no end,
"Better luck next time, dear"
Is better than, "You are a loser, I swear!",
I don't know what I am gonna do,
Maybe I am really going to lose,
All those words of inspiration,
Acts like words of depression,
I don't want to take part in any race,
I just want to walk in my own pace,
In the world full of competition,
Here I am writing a composition,
I have no idea about my fate,
I don't know, but I am running late,
I don't know how to end this one,
I am just trying to add some more rhyme and hum,
At the beginning I was crying but now its making me laugh,
I don't but this gonna affect the wattpad graph .-.
Maybe I am high on drugs,
I mean seriously, what the fuck :3
I don't know,
Okay!! I can't write anymore ;-;
Effects of taking science, and results of going through half yearly's answer scripts.
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Poetry"Where words fail to speak, It takes form of a writing, Writing, a struggle against silence, And its in poetry, It's the most beautiful thing that can ever happen." I never imagined that I could write so much until I found myself alone in my room...
