Here are some unrelated lines I was trying compose into a poem, but unsuccessful in this attempt:
It hurts, and it would only hurt.
Tears have no value, are they given only to realize the helpness in the boundries of equation.
Lesson they teach everytime they flow, but why is heart so desperate.
Has that been created to play with the lessons I learned.
Brain exists to guide, why it stops at a logic which is so simplistic to derive.
O my holy soul !, diminished and killed innumerable times,
A hope from the ashes of other, is it how we have to come up together.
It hurts! :(
Its me who hurts, no one other can.
