This is me, I messed up. To face each minute, I'm |

This is me, I messed up. To face each minute, I'm tired. Asking myself, Should I give up? To insecurities, I'm wired. Every night I lie on bed, Thinking of everyone & thinking of none. Losing my strength, I feel so dead, Should I wait for hope, of morning sun? Why did they leave me? Wasn't I enough? Plenty of questions occupied my mind. I have not imagined that friends are a bluff, Do I have any friend to call them mine. There came the one, who held me close, She heard the silent cry, deep in my eye. Looked like an angel, I haven't even chose, Said, "You are precious, I cannot deny" Hugging her tight, I cried on her shoulder, since iam lost, can't move any further. She saw my heart dry, the only beholder. Do you know her? She is my mother ! This is me, I messed up. To face each minute, I'm tired. Asking myself, Should I give up? To insecurities, I'm wired. Every night I lie on bed, Thinking of everyone & thinking of none. Losing my strength, I feel so dead,

This is me, I messed up. To face each minute, I'm

passion prose❤️