A fight to survive
Seeing the beautiful sky,
From my dead eyes.
Wondering the beauty in the holy night,
Dark was the only colour which helps me to hide.
Hiding my sadness my sorrows my fear my cries,
Trying my best to keep the face with smile.
My hobbies,my joy, my emotions were becoming day by day a bit fewer,
Now I am just existing in the world, can't even face myself in the mirror.
Facing the sea, can't find any person at coast,
'Help' is the word I wanted to say the most.
Forgetting that someone *(Me) was always by my side,
But that person was the one, whom I have to fight.