there i was, sitting on that broken bench..
it was dark and dull...the silence could kill..
in times like these i generally go back home..
when there's nothing to keep me company but the cigarette alone..
but for that one night..i just couldn't move..
had so much to think..felt my brain would explode..
i tried to think, what's wrong with my life and what could be done..
what should i do to feel free again..
to be with nothing on my mind..no loss..no gain..
so sitting there i started talking to myself..
realizing that i was going insane i asked help from God and he did...
All i said to him was 'heal me'..
Its nice ya.. the constant struggle with this world.. the effort to find the real you is quite evident... keep on writing!!! :)
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Prateek