Dead Inside

The day I was burnt alive
The day the ashes rose to fire
The day every ounce of me suffered
The day the world seemed to have no meaning

The day I was living to dead, flower to stone
The day even my tears had betrayed me
The day anger too was high with no words
The day of despair was being celebrated

The day all dreams were forgotten
The day a tiny heart died, its world is dead
The day I fell so deep, it would take years to heal
The day of that darkness of the universe, where nothing exists

The day the world was cursed too hard
The day every bit of me broke, I was reborn
The day of lessons, vengeance and disgust
The day when all faith in love was lost, agony prevailed

but it’s still a day, of the dead

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