Dying
Dying
The air around me ,
Is a bit depressing.
Now I can’t breathe.
Hoping to live,
Throughout the day.
But I don’t know ,
Why I can’t live upto that.
The soul inside me,
Is ready to die.
It attempts to die,
In many ways.
But the thoughts on the top,
Won’t let it go.
Now I can’t live upto that.