It\'s 4:am, the visitors came,
Oh, these melancholic thoughts,
What to expect?
They make me feel bluish and
imperfect,
Pushing me down on my death bed.
Colossal tears running down my eyes,
I\'m asking my self \"should I do it
tonight?\"
Whom to blame? myself or the devil
in disguise,
Life without love, is it worth to fight?
Driven by my seldom joy,
I can\'t see any hope insight,
Despite being comforted by my
pillow soaked in tears,
I can\'t sleep tonight.
The fear of getting hurt makes me
anxious,
Like the people getting feared from
darkness,
Carving it away by light,
Negetive thoughts often comes to
my mind,
\"Should I kill myself tonight?\"
~Milind Gautam