DISABLED

I am at the cemetery of dreams Where you find ravens with cold blue eyes and feathers sharp as knives Each step is on top of dead dreams chest Some like quick sand, some like pointy rocks Once misstep I will get buried along like the others I could feel the raven stares behind my back It pierces my body like laser through glass Even the brightest day is dark as coal in here Can't seem to find my way out My voice is stuck inside my head with no escape Need to run, need to hide Can't let the hounds of death catch me fall The stars in distance is where I shall find my solace

People chase rainbows, people chase dreams I chase myself to be known better When hopes knocking on my door I fear to let them in I dance by myself in the room where the melody is somber Been called a freak, been called a genius but never found to fit in When the world turns quiet, I hear my self better The winds will never carry my songs and the books will never carry my stories for all that matters I shall live and perish

 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

                                                        As the time condenses wind became slow and calm as if it is afraid to hurt my breath everything is now blurry and dark the shadows of the past is hovering over my present memories broken into a million pieces it would take another lifetime to collect it all short breaths, deep sleeps, painful days wishes to end this lucid nightmare the path became hard and tough human inside me is already faded away soon the shell will crumble down oh life what made me be become even the death note seems irrelevant

  I don't know who I am. My life is like the as my poem 'Lost one'. I thought for a long time I have this talent to write. But now I am discovering the truth of myself. And the truth doesn't hold a place for my "talent". Sometimes I feel like I am a person with a dual personality. With people around me I am completely a different person. But without them I am an entirely a different one.    I wanted to be the perfect person, and I can't. It feels like I am being someone else. I am too scared to be a friend,a classmate also a daughter. I am letting everyone down. I never will live up to their expectations. I wish I had someone to talk about this stuff. When I take the courage to talk about it, they think I am a freak.  Because of all this I felt like I am an different. More than that I wished for it.    I was the girl who crawled into a dress shelf to find the secret kingdom that shown in "The chronicles of Narnia". I believed in every fanta...

I am no one with pride I am no one with money I am a selfless imposture of mankind flawless beauty of blindness eching from the cursed past looking through the glass to see the future the one filled with joy and hope I am the one with no name , no caste a fish out of water trying to catch breath even when it is too late who wishes to sink into the deep lake to feel the comfort ever wanted Struck in the middle of nowhere when everyone is rushing towards their destiny here i am lost in jungle no ways to exit , no place to feel home exhausted by the roleplays I am no one, a sailor without a compass