Hey there you introvert,
How do you feel?
I forgot you won't tell.
You won't tell even if you're dying,
Even if your pillow is wet from crying,
I know you won't tell,
Even if you are living in a hell
Even if that's depression ringing your door bell,
I know you won't tell.
So how many diaries have you filled untill now?
How many pens have you left dead?
Tell me are the pages still just blue black and white?
Or are they planning to be coloured in blood red.
Ohh damn it
How can I forget,
You won't tell.
But, is your so called solitude,
Still so heavenly and light?
Aren't you tiered now?
Have you ever wished to end this fight?
Have you ever wondered?
How would it feel to have someone to talk?
Not to judge you, nooo.
But someone to hold your hand in this tiring walk.
What about a pet?
Neither they will judge, nor will they bitch,
I know your life is going so called smooth,
Still for the unfortunate glitch.
No diaries are good,
I do agree,
But have you ever let out your exhaustion?
Will you ever let your soul free??
No I know you won't tell,
But I just want you to give it a thought.
Let it rain for once,
On your heart suffering from prolonged draught.