Thirumala Reddy

February 5, 1997 - Andaman and Nicobar

Empty Inside

It’s all empty inside,
Nothing is real now
The smile, I wear
The words, I speak
The happiness, I pretend
The comfort, I wish

It’s all empty inside
The reality is
The tears, I hide
The sorrow, I conceal
The pain, I bury
The sufferings, I lock up

I miss you, and it kills me
I need you, but I’m bound with chains
I love you, but I can’t do it on my own
Nobody knows, not even you
That I’m in my room all alone
Crying day and night
Praying things could better
I’m trying to be stronger
But with each attempt, I get weaker
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