K(Night)

Goodnight. Bonne Nuit.

Shubh Ratri. Shab-B-Khair.

We part by many words.

We part in many ways.

We say a lot of things.

We wish in a lot of ways.

But do we ever really feel it?

Do we ever really have a good night?

Everything is so intense and overwhelming at night.

We think a little more.

We pray a little more.

We hurt a little more.

We love a little more.

We laugh a little more.

We cry a little more.

We feel everything and nothing, all at once.

We overthink things and make a big deal out of nothing.

We overanalyse our lives and get disappointed at ourselves.

We wish for things we don't have.

We neglect the things we do have.

So, Are we, ever really happy at night?

Laying on the bed, with a heavy heart, and tears streaming down swollen eyes.

Mind full of meaningless and scattered thoughts.

Feeling breathless and dying.

With a heartache so strong that it consumes your strength and soul, it takes away your whole.

You want to make a sound,

You want to cry a little louder,

But all it does is get harder.

You want to scream.

You want to ask for help.

You want someone to bring you back from this hell.

But all you say is goodnight.

And lay under the empty roof and cry without a fight.