Simply Words

Assuming these are simply words that I compose,

For what reason do they communicate in the language of my spirit,

Assuming they make next to no difference to me,

For what reason do I feel they're my sentiments being told,

For what reason do I feel that a piece of me is dissipated among the ink,

Are they simply words or its my quietness that I took.

Assuming these are simply words that I express,

For what reason do they convey the capacity to

obliterate, hurt or recuperate,

How would they tell about my feelings of trepidation, torment, delights and ecstasy,

At the point when even the eyes prevail to disguise,

In the event that they're simply words that I say,

For what reason do destroys fill my eyes

also, the grin doesn't remain!

Assuming these are simply words that I read,

For what reason does it feel that somebody

has glanced through my spirit,

How would I never again feel alone and desolate,

Also, it spreads the word,

How these words can do magic on our psyches,

Also, it appears we're managing sorcery,

For words can both hurt and control center !

Words convey the magnificence and strength of catching individuals and not letting them go,

Words can a favor,

revile , damnation or even home !

We've developed blind to the point of glancing through our spirits , the feelings and tell,

I live in a universe of words,

Where eyes prevail with regards to concealing reality,

yet, the words can convey it well!

Broken

I was broken,and harmed like heck,

I was going through a difficult time,

Attempting to adapt it well.

In any case, faking a smile is difficult,

At the point when destroys fill your eyes

Also, you burst into tears,

Furthermore, when gotten some information about your breakdown,

You have no strength of

Making some noise reality or in any event, lying.

And afterward I need to shout without holding back,

Yell it out,

I need to let it go,

As I've no strength for the tears to hold.

I wish I would have attempted,

Rather than faking a grin ,I ought to have cried.

It's difficult to live , with Satan shouting inside,

I wish I would have told somebody,

Also, I could trust.

Anyway hard I try,it won't change,

The harm is finished,

Also, nothing will be something similar,

Be that as it may, , could you at any point hear my shouts?

Indeed, even before you understand,

I realize I'm dying,I am biting the dust once more.

I never knew that the principal thing

I would believe that should do subsequent to awakening

Would to cry, yell and shout,

You were a bad dream,

I didn't want to dream.

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