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Heartaches
I wonder if it's my tummy
or rather, my kidneys that hurt,
or it can just be my hunger,
or the buttons of my shirt.
Lying down on my stomach,
they think I'm asleep,
as the pain grows steeper,
and the wounds grow deep.
It's the middle of the night,
the day's out of feats.
But there's something that still
is far from complete.
No, I think it's my arms,
or perhaps my legs that hurt,
though I haven't been moving,
for this bed feels gurt.
Kinda tired with life itself,
nothing changes when you try,
and at this point, all I can think of
is a painless way to die.
What do you do when you
can't help but hurt
the same people who love you,
and the ones that you love?
We aren't different,
not in caste, or colour or creed,
but actually our thoughts
are different indeed.
© HORIZON
or rather, my kidneys that hurt,
or it can just be my hunger,
or the buttons of my shirt.
Lying down on my stomach,
they think I'm asleep,
as the pain grows steeper,
and the wounds grow deep.
It's the middle of the night,
the day's out of feats.
But there's something that still
is far from complete.
No, I think it's my arms,
or perhaps my legs that hurt,
though I haven't been moving,
for this bed feels gurt.
Kinda tired with life itself,
nothing changes when you try,
and at this point, all I can think of
is a painless way to die.
What do you do when you
can't help but hurt
the same people who love you,
and the ones that you love?
We aren't different,
not in caste, or colour or creed,
but actually our thoughts
are different indeed.
© HORIZON
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