In this world, living away
those hearts echoing in the rains
those souls screaming in the pain
in this world, crying away.
Their existence, harmed upon,
depressed souls, lived up, gave up
isolated now, from the world, now cave up
always aimed for, armed upon.
Cruel existence they're described by,
isolated because of people today
depressed because of people today
bullied by the people, not properly thrived by.
Screaming in the dark, dying in the light
tears rolling towards feet,
nobody can extinguish that inner heat,
To share the pain, have no might.
These lives, harmed by people,
these souls shattered by people,
these feelings, made feelingless by people,
these people, made cruel by people.
© Mansidak singh 2018