The last note

Ain't anyone found me in the teared shirt,

Cause I've been treated like dirt,

How do I move from this dark desert

The hell so much I'm hurt.

I needed them but they don't,

It's like their heart made of stone.

They all wanna sit on the throne

and threw me on the hell zone.

Spoke words that doesn't made sense

Ain't anyone was in my defense.

Was on my knees and pleading

Show some mercy I'm bleeding.

Put my shoes on your feet

Try to feel what it's like to be me.

They thought I was a piece of joke

They didn't thought that I'm broke

Meanwhile i walk home through the smoke

and they were like "oh look that crazy folk"

If I'm anyone of them 

I would've tried to end this painful fire.

Looked up at the fan and the chair down

Tied up the rope making the end of a clown.

Goodbye note I penned

"MOM, here my story ends".

Reviews

[Hebe]

Hi Farhan your piece is very passionate and you created a feel of desperation through your words... good work!

[Farhan Shaikh]

Thanks so much Hebe