In middle of so many people,
Still feeling alone.
If I continue to be like this,
I know one day, I'll be gone.
• • • • • • • •
I feel like a player,
And world around me is a lost game.
There's nothing left to tell people about him,
Except his name.
• • • • • • •
I don't know why I feel so fucking empty all the damn time,
My Smiles, laughter, talks...
These all are fake.
• • • • • •
I know I can't complain or share these things with anyone,
That's why I write.
Whoever I've met till now has labelled me as immature,
That's the fright.
• • • • •
Trapped in insecurities, dreams and disgust of myself,
I try to find remember when I used to different than this...
Nothing came in my mind,
except the urge to just write.
• • • •
I don't know when why what how,
I became like this.
There's only a vague memory of my father's death and me as four years old,
having unshed tears in my eyes.
• • •
I used to tug on my dad's fingers whenever I used to be scared outside and tell him to 'take me home'
Now when he is not here,
I am scared of darkness which lingers inside me.
• •
I want that lost comfort again of someone,
who will remind me of 'home'
I promise I won't ever complain after that day,
If you only bring him back to me.
•
~ you don't need to know my name, my words will tell you my story.
YOU ARE READING
Helpline #911
Random#110 (feb 6) This book gives you the most realistic story from wattpad user We wanna reach out to all the people And spread with them something we learned in our life
