Sitting Alone...

Sitting alone,

Flower in hand,

 Turning words into poetry,

 I know this is wrong for me, 

but I just keep wrecking my life. 

Never asking myself, 

Why I keep hurting myself hard again and again,

 Nobody saw me fading away,

And all I wanted was to be me (me!) ..

Rather write songs for myself,

 For better days... 

but they never came. 

Hope and faith was fading away, 

Didn't anyone saw me dying and screaming alive.

 And you will recognise my absence, 

When I would be a broken frame!