Sometimes feels like Happiness is something I can never own, only people’s wil follow u if ur successful at least have enough money to spend, nobody will be ur beside to console u if ur knocked down, neither ex nor close friends,
down the line u need to realize your are the one who face it.
since I’ve been living miserably everyday.
I have a feeling like I’ve a knife cluched deep in my heart,
that I can’t get rid of.
No matter how much I struggle.
I feel like giving up,Because everyday is the same.
I guess, the train I boarded to life,
is fueling itself.
Perhaps that’s the reason why,
I can’t experience anything other than hatred.
Once it’s engine is serviced,
It’ll anyway have to move.
If not to a happy one,
At least it’ll leave this lonely and strange station.
And that’s way too enough for me.