Crying doesn’t seem to be a solution to this life anymore.
I am wet to my bones, crying.
I am shivering but that doesn’t turn out to lessen my pain anyways.
They say, the more you bear, the more you’ll have to bear.
But I don’t have any option. Do I?
I can’t just go on shouting on the streets at the top of my lungs about my fears. I still can, if only it helps.
They say antitode to heartbreak is love. Perhaps I’ll have to trust some more people to get over this betrayal?
With every passing day, it feels a bit relieved,
Not because it’s healing but because I’ll have to bear maybe one day less?
I am worn out, struggling. Struggling to come to an end.
This sun doesn’t seem to be bright enough to take away the darkness I am engulfed into or perhaps it just too dark here?
This starry night will end someday. That’s what everyone says. And I have nothing but to believe and stay on false hope.
Maybe some more days and then it’ll finally get to rest.
Even though it wasn’t my mistake, but I can still ask for a sorry,
If only it relieves me from here.
If only it takes me away.
If only it helps.