Wanted to tell him that it was everything negative on my side.
My sun wasn’t that bright, nor were my musings so delight
Where would I go with depression on my mind?
I bleed when emotional glass breaks,
on the inside face a big hurricane.
Harder than that I think of, every time things doesn’t go my way,
But my suicidal tendencies don’t generate.
I when think about losing, craves to live more,
Even when it comes to my heart,
I leave no sentiments in the shore.
With whole of my heart I cherish the soul,
leave no reason when it comes to abandoning his home.