Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I'm used to suffering alone,

 My room is the only prison I know.
  I got tears... 

I can share them 

Through both eyes... 

Oh, it feels like I'm drinking 

Cold water from a glass. 
 I'm used to losing,

 I'm a loser in all the games of life.

Forgetting all the rules...

Too sensitive for some, 

Not sensitive at all.