Hey you..

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Hey you, 
You the lonely soul wandering 
remorselessly in this wretched place, lost..
Do you think, you will last?


Hey you,
You the reason behind
countless smiles in this world..
When was the last time
you carved a smile on you?


Hey you, 
You the melancholia masked 
perfectly under your serene face,
What do you get for yourself,
by hiding these monsters underneath?


Hey you, 
You the one trying to run 
away from every shadow,
When do you think you will
reach the end of the world?


Hey you, 
You the one dreaming 
of a non-existential stable fable,
How do you propose to wake up
from your deep slumber?


Hey you, 
You the one trying to fill up
that void deep inside you,
What are you fishing for
in shallow waters?


Hey you,
You the one longing to pour
your love out to someone, 
Do you think, you deserve 
any love at all in this life?


Hey you,
You the one holding to all your insecurities
so impeccably and impressively
Don’t you think its better 
and effortless to be vulnerable?

Hey you,
You the one masterly suppressing 
your expression all along your life,
What have you gained so far
out of your inhibitions?

Hey you, 
You the one dying of 
desperation and depression,
How long can you hold on
to a whispering ray of hope?

Hey you,
You the one throbbing 
the threshold of insanity thoroughly,
Don’t you hope, 
all these would end immediately?

Hey you, 
You the one staring into the mirror
with intense sympathy vehemently,
Don’t you wish the universe
to be more empathetic?


P.S. Inspiration - Pink Floyd - Hey You .. from the album "The Wall"



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