It just became tiring,
A Blade across the throat,
I was falling out of options,
Was I falling apart?
Did I already?
I cannot nag,
I’d to remain shut,
The pressure was building,
It was overwhelming,
Too much ruckuss,
I had called it a quit quite a few times now,
I bleed from my eyes,
This smart machine had given up on itself now,
No longer functioning,
The brain behind all the lovely creations,
Was falling apart,
Did this become a place where I dump my dark thoughts,
It wasn’t like this earlier,
Blossoming love stories and 3-Liners,
Now stare each other in surprise,
And they say that I chose it.
Ah, A thousand shooting stars couldn’t make my wish come true,
It was too much to ask,
For a peaceful and stress-free life,