untold stories from A Broken mind
I died while living , While I stayed in my dark room, While I enjoyed my madness. I cradled myself like one held by its mother, While I stared at my broken ceiling filled with cobwebs of sorrow. "Cobwebs of broken dreams". Praying with my weak heart while my mouth stutter in search of words. Prayed for death but at the same time I want to live. I'm a dreamer who would probably dream again. I want to die a happy death because its only fair "for I have lived a sad life". Death we must all face. Happiness is free "they say", While on the comfort of their fluffy sofas. For some nature is their "Biggest Enemy''. For when the sun glows, it burns their skin and when rain falls it drains their clothes as well as their Heart. " A sad world it is". A broken soul is a broken soul , whether rich or poor. Many are not Depressed but poor, And many are rich but Depressed. Depression is a burden that becomes one wi...