For the past several months
Everything went to shit
I fell down, real deep down
Into a bottomless pitWhile outside life went on
Rays of sun, golden light
Turns to orange, then auburn
Where September leaves fightBut inside my isolation
Everything stands kind of still
Like a bear in hibernation
So numbed out I feel no thrillYou should live life in colour they say
But how, if everything's so greyJust out of pure boredom
I cut my own skin
But when I cut too deep
I just smiled a wide grinWhat was I so enthusiastic about?
What was my intention with that?
Inside of the void I just wanted to shout
But my neighbors found that idea bad
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Shakespeare 2.0
कविताSometimes I write poetry. Oftentimes when I'm in school. School sucks. --- well, I'm not in school anymore, but let's just ignore that