Farista Sairuv

Standing

It’s me.






Here I am standing all by myself

In a world devoid of life and hope

Here I am standing I don't know why

In a world that can't be beautiful

Here I am standing all worn out

This suffering it wears down on my soul

Here I am standing screaming and crying

But none of it is ever heard

Here I am standing and I do not want

To be standing anymore

But here I am standing and until I cannot

I will take all the rocks they throw

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