How do people make mistakes and then sleep over them to act as if they didn’t do anything wrong? 1. How do they sleep after putting...

One day, you will be tired of holding all the sadness in the cavity of your rib cage. One day, you will let it all out unknowingly in the...

There’s a thread inside me, Holding all my heart’s pieces, From falling apart, All over the place. There’s a knot in the thread, Getting...

You can’t get away, Even if you want to, From this grainy, Blurred world. I just wish for sunsets, From beaches and hills, Nothing...

Some days are such that you don’t have the energy and strength to even send a text message and carry out a conversation but you still do...

There’s something about sad poems, That no one can read. There’s something about sad songs, That no one can listen. There’s something...

No one knows miles away, Why does your voice break, Starting in nothingness, The heart aches. No one knows miles away, About the poetries...

It’s strange knowing how much faith you contain, When all you can think is about the layers of labyrinth you’re stuck in. Its strange...

How do you hold up the pieces, So tiny and fragile, With almost no strength, In your heart or hands. How do you hold up the pieces, From...

Do you feel that you are over some things, some people, some memories and some places? Or you’re so tired to let them affect you they way...

You don’t know how, You suddenly feel sad, Imagining all the things you once had. You don’t know how, It’s a merry mood, Butterflies in...

I’m done being misunderstood. I’m done being mocked. I’m done being misheard. Or not being heard at all. The voice now is rusted, With...