I am trapped in a place where my creativity doesn't grow, where my freedom is isolated somewhere, where my age is spent wastedly, where i can count the blessings of my day only by fingers, where my position, whether i stand or sit or even sleep, is surrounded by the pressures, where my mind is filled by negative thoughts, where i can feel useful yet so useless at the same time, where making jokes is no more my eminence, where i find myself disgusting because of the fakeness, where happiness is such a dream beyond dream, where everyday seems so hard to get through, where i hardly say or feel thankful to God.
Help me ...
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