If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too ***.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.

حس می‌کنم خیلی به خودم بدهکارم.

دارم روی فیلمنامه‌ی سریال جدیدم که برای شبکه‌ی دو سیما ساخته میشه کار می‌کنم.
تو یکی از از سکانس‌ها دو دانش‌آموز با هم پچ‌پچ می‌کنن و می‌خندن؛ همون لحظه معلم داد میزنه و میگه؛ «اگه چیز خنده‌داری هست بگید مام بخندیم».

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you left this world
with no last words
it was too early
or maybe too late

i cried a little
but not enough
a tear went down

from my eyes 
to my lips 
the bitter taste
of a single tear

no feelings felt
no attachments dwelt

my soul
a lost hole
death 
my last breath

when will we ever meet
when will we ever bleed

hand in hand 
until the very end