By Shruti Shah
hide myself from the faces i know.
I got a beautiful cave where I go.
it is, besides, the sea of life,
whose mind i dare not to know.
I am 18 and alone,
as alone as a single sock.
blood in me wants to mourn the past,
wants to shoot the bodies
who gave my heart the melancholies
and made me a greek mummy
even though I proved myself alive.
no court did justice to my heart.
left it confined,
in the most sadist of jails,
the jail of life.
I’m celebrated for my guffaws,
and so,
I dare not to show them the eternal dampness my tears create.
By Shruti Shah
Great👍
Very deep thought full
I loved this♥️
Very blueeeee
Excellent