ALL DEAD
PEOPLE ARE DEAD...
I AM AFRAID....
WHAT TO DO NEXT....
WRONG THING DELETING PRESENT...**
ALL MY DREAMS ARE DEAD...
LIFE IS GIVING THREATS...
ALL THIS THING MAKING ME FADE UP...
SOME TIME I THINK TO GAVE UP...
BECAUSE I GROWN UP....
I HAVE SEEN REALITY....
THE TRUTH OF THE DEVIL AND CRUELTY...
EVERYTHING WAS MESS UP, WHEN IT'S CAME TO SINCERITY....
I WANNA BE, A KID AGAIN....
WANNA PLAY WITHOUT KNOWING DISCRIMINATION...
EVERYTHING WAS JUST KIND TO ME...
HAPPINESS WAS SURROUNDED TO ME...
I WANA MY PAST BACK AGAIN...
I HAD TO CHANGE MY PAIN AGAIN...
SHOW ME, THE BUTTON TO RE-START MY LIFE...
UNDERSTAND MY WORD IN BRIEF...
I AM ALIVE, BUT I AM DEAD INSIDE...
EVERY DOOR WAS CLOSED SIDE BY SIDE...
THINKING WAS BLOCK, WHERE TO GO..? DON'T KNOW...!
EVERYBODY WAS SHOUTING ON ME LIKE A BOW...
SHOW ME SOME RESPECT BRO,
I AM ALREADY DEAD...
YOUR KINDNESS WILL GIVE ME SOME HOPENESS...
MY HAND IS ALREADY A RED...
SO, PLEASE SHOW ME SOME HUMBLENESS ...
I AM DEAD AS HELL..
I WANNA WISHES AS WELL...**
PEOPLE ARE DEAD...
I AM AFRAID....
WHAT TO DO NEXT....
WRONG THING'S, DELETING PRESENT...**
I AM DEPENDENT ON MY HOPE...
MY BAD TIME GET STUCK ON LOOP...
LIFE IS PULLING LIKE A ROPE...
WHERE I USED TO LIVE, I GOT BEATEN BY MY GROUP...
THE GROUP OF SOCIETY...
WITH FULL OF HATENESS...
WHERE SOME PEOPLE NEED A FATE ...
THEY GAVE ME SUCH A HATE...
I AM LIVING IN A SOCIETY WERE ALL ARE DEAD...
THEY TREAT YOU LIKE AN OPTION...
ALL OF THEM ARE FULL OF GREED...
BECAUSE OF THEM MY MIND IS FULL OF AGGRESSION...
PEOPLE ARE DEAD...
PEACE IS GONE, WHERE TO FIND...
DREAM WAS BROKEN BY NEED...
FROM ALL OF THIS, I WANNA RID... (*)
BY:-AMAN SINGH
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IT IS DEPRESSION STORY OF ...ME BUT I AM TRYING TO RE CREATE MY OWN PATH...GIVING HOPE MY SELF...
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Written on October 08, 2022
Submitted by AEON75419 on November 10, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | ABCd aeff fggg higg hhxx jjkx kaeae llABCd mnmn geoo aipi axpx |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,670 |
Words | 363 |
Stanzas | 12 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 5, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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