Do sinners cry ?

We have been fighting hard to stand in the crowd

Anger and insecurities bonded to

Statements n surroundings in the virtue of humans, crushed upon 

The little life was living, no more upon.

Seems to be like my poisoning touch might fade others 

So here I carry, sack of memories to elope 

Elope into a whole new planet named thoughts. 

Where I struggle to breathe because of less oxygen,

and a huge amount of contamination of unanswered questions. 

Where my body shrinks losing hope in mind and a black hole created in the heart,

Sucking all the cursed parts of me and my soul. 

Ask me 

Where am "I", in MY world?

And surprisingly nowhere.

Whispered, the dark frozen heart.  

Hey hey hey! It's time for the show they screamed 

Light focused upon me 

I dust my dress 

Like last moment mess 

Passed my fingers through my hair,

Those curls were just imperfectly perfect. 

Here I rise upon my feet with an absolute bliss 

to show the world my best move

I take my first step and just then 

I was pulled behind.

Found invisible strings attached 

I panic, I giggle 

screamed for help 

N everyone left Laughing over my bleeding wounds 

Seems to be like happiness just kissed away.

And now, it's touch is majorly missing. 

"Do sinners cry ?", asked a foreign soul. 

I hassle while confessing, 

it felt as if every muscle of my body was tightening the lie and

Started moving in the reversed direction. 

Against the truth 

Against my will,

With my anger 

With my insecurities.

Yes! Sinners cry sinning 

 here I, curse the world to tear upon 

Just like my hopes 

And fears haunt them like scarecrows 

Let loneliness surrender around when in need

And Bend to your past just like I did 

Scream-scream high till tears dry 

I know! I know!

It's not me! I know it's just the sinner in me.