Sometimes I feel like I am lost in a caravan of monotonous barges
Of unheard cries, misunderstood concerns, and unmet urges.
Lonesome in my world of everything worth nothing.
Between being alone and lonely, there’s a difference worth a sting.
That bleeds me dry, but keeps me alive.
The melancholy is saturating, I prefer death to life.
Engulfed with the jargon of my office’s toxic babbles
I feel I should quit, but money makes me stay.
Quit work, I wish I could quit life,
All things toxic Negative people come my way.
Let me come clean, its a Dark Mess in here,
I am unhappy and just lost like a clown.
Happiness and different go hand-in-hand,
The normalcy’s new look-alike is depression and a frown.
Sometimes I feel like I am lost in a caravan of toxic barges
A barge amidst the sea and to quit I must take a dive.
I leave it to the waters to not let me drown, chances slim,
I escape to the series and smile at my non-existent friends five.
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7 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
8 | Anshika | 53 |
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