Falling Apart

After all that we do to make ourselves happy,

Then why does everyone feel so alone?

We go out for a walk, for a drive, for a drink,

Just to chill and come back home.

Home, that hasn't felt familiar,

Since the day you locked yourself,

In the bathroom for three hours,

And connect to who?

Who are these 179 friends on Facebook?

Some of them are Friends.

And the rest used to be, whom I don't know anymore,

Just ghosts of people I share memories with.

They don't know about,

The midnight March breakdowns,

Or the sleepless nights,

Or the 2 a.m. chokes.

It happens all the time now,

This is difficult

And I'm falling apart.

Numb...

I count the number of stars

One, two, three

Twenty seven, eighty nine

A few hundreds more.

Till I fall asleep

Sleep, that resists me these days.

But who cares about this!!