I’ve this overwhelming feeling
That defines a painful loop progressing,
Towards the undone acts of humble stares
I see emptiness screaming to hide.
It’s clear as blood clots out in the open plains,
I’m freezing to get out of the unsecured lanes,
Knowing I wouldn’t say I like her ever,
Rather I hurt myself, thinking I don’t deserve.
Alas, my mind plays new games every hour,
I’m happy this minute and next, I’m in rage the next.
What will happen if you forget who I am,
And listen to my paining voice for once?