It all comes back around

No one sees beneath the smile,
The pain that lurks inside,
The anger bottled within,
And the tears that have been cried.

Depression has control over you,
The way you think, act and talk,
No one can get through to you,
You see the light and begin to walk.

You still stick that fake smile on,
As you begin another day,
Trapped in this torture chamber,
Suicide seems the only way.
But you won't let go.. not yet,
You're determined to make it through,
Dont want to give them the satisfaction,
Of letting them know they're getting to you.

I know its hard to keep on living,
When death is luring you in,
Just keep thinking to yourself,
'In this life i have to win'.

Things can only go bad for so long,
it gets better believe me its true,
Although you feel like your world's coming to an end,
Think of the future that lies ahead of you.
Remember it's only a small part of your life,
You have a whole world upahead,
Don't let any one put you down,
Don't take to heart what they said.
Cause thats when you start to think,
That what they say is true,
Even though their words are bullshit,
It really gets to you.

I know that words do hurt,
I've been through it so take it from me,
But i'm still standing here today,
From the once cruel world where i wanted to be free.

So please read this poem and remember,
What i experienced and what i found,
That what others do to you,
It all comes back around...

A heart speaks

                                           A voice from deep inside my heart  <3 

I'm not merely an organ you humans rely on.... 
 to while away your days at times stained with barbaric acts.... 
Yes I have a voice with which you Homo Sapiens rarely come to terms with....
 I'm the cause of that sickening thorn which makes you crib at the smallest mishap you come across... I'm the cause of that fear which holds u back from people thrusting their belligerent attitudes against you   to thwart your ambitions….
I’m the creator of that warm sensation u feel while snuggling up to your sweethearts…..
 Yet you underestimate my worth over materialistic values which has poisoned your brains…. 
You’ve become thirsty for personal gains and trying to besmirch reputations and have neglected my own child – “ feelings “. 
 What has become of this world…..this crazy world you guys are unknowingly languishing in….

I’m guileless….
 And that’s why you hold me weak…….
but I do have the strength and gusto to fight back…
 I will stop the tears which unconsciously fall out for a family bereavement….
I will conjure up thoughts of how to stamp one’s authority over a deserving but weak compatriot so that you receive the spotlight….
I will not make you rejoice someone’s affection nor regret their departure….yes… 
I will make you stoic - a word which is an equivalence for death in our lingo.. bereft of feelings….
This will certainly make you stronger and immune to the desperate….. 
you will have nothing to worry about…. 
Absolutely nothing and so will I be spared of the responsibility of reminding you how tolerance, tenderness could have this world free of all the bitter sensations…..
 I will however still beat….
I’ll beat for you to live…..but just to live….cold – hearted !!!.