She holds a Bohemian Soul

Sketch from internet and words are mine 

Keep Breathing

No Solace

I am not pure, not as you people want me to be

It’s a self chosen state,

Amusing to being a bit crazy

A devastation always been following me since my birth,

Numbness was in his heart but he blamed me

I am the crazy one

What medicine will you suggest?

A traumatize object I am,

Abusive treatments they offered me

And how could I change?

Let me be the man as I wanted.

Let me live, let me smile for real.

No solace needed anymore!!!

How Can I Deny?

When I hold your hands

And lift you up, you whispers in my ears

I just heard a soft tone and understand nothing,

I just felt good holding your hand and shivering body

Now again you asked to rescue,

How can I deny?