Heart Of a Soul

Having these thoughts just coming and gone with the wind, Believing in the sense of this security is not just making it fun, I have this joke to crack, that just can't get enough out of me... Do i have to be so loud to think that in such a way, having this for so long is just not making gud for me... i am helping myself to make this go away but does it have to be so hard to be so true... Some time just . i can't take this , this time that passes me... Anything is not the option and the option i need is just making things so much crazy... This is the story of thunder , story of being or making myself measurable, yes measurable..

Trying this for so long , I want to try this for you and this so I will last for so long You know me I just cannot be tht true that make this pain go away I try my best to be there for you every time , but don’t know why this is not wht I want for me. May be I need something tht does not make my life my being, my existence in such a troubled way Some time you just want to be there for some time and then just have to move on but I don’t have anything tht can hold me there.. for so much no reason I am just don’t know how to make things in such a way that I never going to believe I am just don’t know how to get out of this .. Having this thought is just don’t make no sense .. just don’t know wht to do and how to feel ..

This moment of uncertainty, the time just creeping all over me.. I want to stand in the middle but does not able to move myself so want things to just ease down.. I am not able to do . I don’t know what I want how will I pass this moment of lowliness and how I will be alone in this dark. This time just cannot pass. Searching for the light all day but see only darkness. There is no one who can hold my hand .. and keep me awake.. some day .. they think they do things some day they try to move me .. but I don’t know ..
Wht is that which stops this to ever happen.. how will I deal with this pain this sense of lowliness.
How this .. how ..
I am just puzzled ..
Thinking about I don’t know what .. I don’t know wht I need.. and why I need.
Some time u take this some time you think you can get out .. but every thing around just want to grind.. and grind..
They just don’t want me .. to be there for any thing . I hope the tears in my eyes.. can help me out .. but I cried so much that I don’t know wht it will be .. and how I will be again able to move again..
Seeing things .. feeling things but I don’t know wht is going to happen . Some day you wake up.. u feel like this is write this is wht I want to happen .. but no not for a long time..
Its just the darkness.
Which . I want to get out of.. life is just killing me..
One day at a time..
One second in a go.. Some day I want to just forget .. but don’t know wht to forget .. wht is in there to forget .. but it just going on and on.. holding things .. but for wht I am holding this all.
Why why is this the question which is I don’t know why .. why every thing is just ending in a why..
I am crying but I don’t know it can help me..
Wht can help me..
Just the moment .. has passed which will make me happy or .. I am the one who is not going to get tht moment..
I am lonely and will be lonely to the end of the time.. hoping this will be better.. but just hoping ..

I am watching, this sense of loneliness.
I have seen this moment coming.
Waiting to end this .. moment of darkness. To see the light
Some time I cry; some time I feel betrayed; some time I just can’t see ..
Hoping for this time to pass away; fade in the past of mine existence..
These tears, the moments of pauses..
Sometime these tears just want to fall.. to make me cry so hard..
I hope this just end to be able to see the sunshine.. the sun over myself..