Tearing apart

well..what shall i say.. my poem tells my state of mind..

Tearing apart

between the virtuous and evil,

I am Happy and sad.

Confused, I sit up at night

The darker the night and it gets my mind too.

Hair strangles; my mind struggles.

Crowded with past memories

-laughters, smiling faces, cries, books thrown at, anger, wounds-

Is this what I wished for?

I wonder.

Tears

Tears

Tears

Everywhere.

The smudging path and the blindfold.

I am tearing apart

in this moment.

Reviews

[Akshat♥]

Awesome work..i really liked it..
it came directly from your sweet heart..
tears are something which sometimes makes you strong:)

[SamBug]

I liked your repetition. It made the piece so much stronger. Fantastic job

[DeadToTheWorld]

first comment!! Whoo!!...anyway...this was good...thanks for sharing