Who made life’s agenda to hurt me,
i created the world to exist on your own .
The place ,
where i don’t feel,
or carefully counting words of politeness.
Cruel and coward ones ,
who touched and crossed over carefully cherished place,
I builded a Country
where no vacancy is left
to accommodate kindness ,
It isn’t made of my heart beats,
and it’s not meant to scream justice,
or to uselessly revel any truth,
or admiring how timelessly was holding on sadness.
who stood in madness upon arriving ,
protesting to your emptiness .
You stay there ,
play with your playmates your angry games,
and hold on to the thrills of hurt,
that use to pull my heart out.
My boat is departing to the colors of bright shores.
You didn’t earn to stay in my world.