My heart is filled with great anguish,
causing my breath to feel like its antipodal,
I feel so autarchic,
and yet estranged at the same time.
People see me as dainty,
but really i am bleeding,
the vision is getting fainter and fainter in time,
as my life fades away, protracted and deformed.
It seems like no one seems to penetrate,
but i know they do,
becuase everyone has dispute,
and everyone feels distitute.
Everyday i wake up wondering if it will be a sterling or inadequate day,
putting on a play,
there is no point in trying, for life is laceration.
When your home forlorned,
and see prospects of fatality,
and you think about your mother and father,
if you were in fatality, would they be in anguish?