Be in my place, Where right feels so wrong And wrong feels so right In the dark and gloomy endless night.
I try to reach out For a hand to hold, For an ear to listen To the tales untold. My eyes heavy and begging For death to come For my pain to fade For me to be numb. Revert my life I wanna live again. But am scared to live Because I fear the pain. I want to cry out as bad and as loud. As I struggle to live There comes another clout. Pragya Prasoon