Can I say that I love silence ?
Or should I say
When people are silent?
I do love the sound of the wind
Dancing through the branches
Stroking the leaves to tickle
can you also hear them
Evil crickets rubbing their wings
Chirping and moving with me
Like a shadow of sound
Mocking my moves
as I turn around
The flutter of turning pages
Leaving me to the labyrinth of thoughts
Till I question myself
Whether it really happened
Or is it in my bookshelf?
If you find a well
Give me a call
You can come down as well
For the time to stall/haul
There are flowers to smell
Beyond the wall
Leaving your shell
Once for all
Are you coming back, why?
Din’t she answer your ring?
Your cheek may dye
trying to swing
Was it worth a try ?
what good did it bring
Can you hear the wind up bird’s cry?
Winding up our spring
I want to die but don’t have the guts to do it myself
Some body help me
Just kill me and release me from my pain
If I tell this to my mother but she will not feel bad or ask me what is my problem instead she will threaten me that she will do it to herself
I feel like I have no one to understand
The only one I had is my father
But he is feeling so ill that I don’t want to bother him with my feelings
I feel so useless and as a burden to my mother
Her behavior makes me me feel like that but when I say this to her she shouts and cries till it becomes about her
She is so self centered that she wouldn’t consider my feelings
She always expect me to understand her behavior
But how can I when I am so much younger than her
Who should understand more about whom?
If I say I need help she, says She also needs help
If I say I feel sad, says she is more sad
If I say I want to die, she says she will die
I wish I had someone who likes to know why I am feeling that way by not comparing it with their feelings
I wish I have someone who asks me why and talk to me till the end