Remember the times, when you used to sit alone?
With immense grief,
and all the notes you made in brief.
You thought you'll get someone with whom you'll share this,
But in the end, all you got is a lost mind and no peace.
A messed up web in your brain,
carrying some virtual blames.
Holding yourself tight in your arms,
as no one was there to make you calm.
Some muddled ideas passing through your mind,
And you regret being with the people who made you blind.
When in you, no one had faith,
you were the one to motivate.