You are not happy. Not really. You pretend to be strong around people because there is no place for a sad soul. They keep on calling you out, sympathise with you, make fun of you, but do nothing so as to help you out. Truthfully, they can't. Whatever they might say to you to console or cheer you, will not make you feel any better. Because, you are trapped in your own heart. Your mind constantly demands your heart to push out your troubles, but you cannot do that. If the troubles leave too, then the heart will become hollow again. And you don't want to go through that feeling ever again. You pulled your side pillow tightly to your chest to fill the gap, but it wasn't enough. You dried your eyes out making your only saviour, the pillow, wet. Even that wasn't enough. Now, you start doubting yourself, thinking where did you go wrong, while you throw the truth away. You made every bit of effort to do the right thing, and it costed you everything, so self-pity is your only weapon. Weapon that keeps on piercing your own heart to "fill the gap". And now, it's so deep inside, you cannot pull it out, else, you will die. You are not happy. Not really.
- @roy.ban
- @roy.ban
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