what's right what's wrong

Written by: priti bhosale

Peel of my layers
One after the other
See my core 
Become gentler
For you, it might be a pretty game
To me, it’s a mystery untamed

Drenched in the pool of my own sweat 
I don’t let slip in the regret 
The paths I choose
Will see the answers be met
I finally drop the noose  
Around my neck

The voices are no more a blur
The faces are no more a haze
I am turning over 
To a silent page 
As the only thing matters now
Is to let nothing ever matter again