IT HURTS!

Thunderstorms in the corner of my heart,

Keep my eyes wet.

Few dabs of happiness here and there,

Don't make life blessed.

Often I count,

Looking outside the window at night.

How many wrong deeds I did?

That I fail to touch new heights.

Not even a single wish,

No wish has come true.

My fingers are all black,

Searching for happiness in the residue.

Not up in the ladder,

All I want is a place of some worth,

As when you don't get what you deserve,

It hurts.