spells.

when the world comes crashing down,

i seek comfort in your arms.

but when those strong arms that are supposed to carry me,

disappears.

where do i go from here ?

what do i do now?

i always thought i can do it, on my own.

i m wrong, so wrong.

i went for the alternative not knowing what lies ahead of me,

despite many setbacks that are bound to make me torn,

despite my friends warnings,

i went ahead half knowing that i will be affected when it all ends.

this nasty feeling is really indescribable.

on to another point,

friends, why do i need so many of you people?

its at times like this, when i am the lowest,

i cant find any of your presence anywhere.

stop the pretense, pull down that mask.

i am nothing to you except a joke,

a clown that cheers you up when you need a joke.

the facade underneath is terrifying.

in short: i am disappointed with you. and you know who you are.