A Sense of Life

In this small square room of mental illusion, I look at my reflection in a state of desolation. I'm not what I am in this state of confusion, I'm trampled on the ground by my sense of delusion. I'm a black-hole in the corner of one of my classes, absorbing all hatred and negativity that passes. I see no light, nor a glimmer of hope, what I haven't learnt is the courage to cope. I need contraceptives for my mind. Can't bear this cynicism and broken lies. My thoughts are sown with verbal abuses, raised by water like the weeds on turf-grasses. Solitude was my belief in transient relief. Its not a permanent cure, but just a relief. When I snap out of it, I'm in the very same shoes, I'm leached out of my strength, from out of the blue. Escape from reality has never been an option. Blacking out on drugs have never been a solution. The past three years, I have witnessed huge losses, instead of the results, now I discern the causes. It might not just be mine, but your life too, But what the wise men say, is indeed true - Your deep sense of hurt, builds up your power, because what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger...