



these words were left unheard
so i stopped speaking
these emotions were never felt
so i stopped showing
these veiws were never looked
so i stopped showing
these opinions were never considered
so i stopped givingthis girl was never respected
so i stopped fighting
these wishes never came true
so i stopped asking
these ambitions would never come true
so i have no determination
reality filled with facts
so there were no dreams filled with possibilites
life became so monotonous
so i stopped living...
not a poem since there is no rythem or ryhme just lines written by me
Rabia
17
Pakistani
chucks
play on a grand piano
see snow
slr
semi acuostic guitar with vintage curves and a modern illustration imprinted on it
mp3 player
read digital fortress
visit a foreign country
tablet
buy new boots
stop procrastinating