By-Stuti Garg
Each night as it strikes ten
The destructive thoughts ring the bell
On my part I try my level best
To avoid these introspections so pessimistic
But all I do is
End up failing terribly
And they on their part
Present the scars as a show so fascinating
This heart and mind
Addicted of that show so dreadsome
Enjoy it thrillingly
Missing not even a part willingly
Moon and stars the only one's
Who with me along watch those scars
Are badly tired waiting
Me to show something really alluring
Though glutted by, they still
Act as audience so brill
Which this fucking world
Couldn't so far do
They cry each night along
After watching the show so forlorn
Not one hour, not two
The whole night passes through
And at six the alarm rings
Imitating it to be the end
Trying its best to wake me up
But this heart deeply engrossed
Still wanna get that show watched
Fortunately arrives the brain
Saying get up! insane
As you will get
A new series to watch tonight
For there is more shit
I had to deal with…
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