Should I write

There will be times where talk, none will
and the pride thats on you, binds you still

My hand doesnt wanna hold the lifelessness and do the deed,
coz between my ears its joy and lonliness never letting me heed

Oh friends they are and buds they will be
Sometimes but not when u need, like storm which is onto a tree

screams in my head but i am lucid on the outside
If only u can turn from your life, to see me by the side

there is so much i wanna say for my love and bout
But this fat stomach digests all the words never letting them out

as tears rolled through the void inside came an echo
That they’ll come, they’ll listen and they’ll know. Oh! They’ll know.