Adjusting
Adjusting
I try to fit in every other day
Maybe the days are getting better
But...
As the darkness strikes in the sky
Depression, anxiety, stress also strikes in the head with all the messed up thoughts
I try to cope up as there is no one to heal up
As fish cannot live without water I can’t without you
Nowadays I am just surviving but not living the days
I wish I could turn back the time to the golden days.
