Reality

The breaking point of my heart,

Adds up with every moaning night,

Tears roll in silence,

My soul is trapped in its own violence...

Days passed unnoticed,

No one seems bothered,

Scars get deeper,

When the wound ruptures again

And again and again...

Tired of the chase,

I don't want to be part of this race,

Believed every lie,

Had it a try,

Did anything change?

The hurt was deep,

It happened again and

Again...

Smile faded, 

I feel pitied,

I want to scream loud,

I wish I could.

The burden is heavy,

I asked myself,

Why do you still cry?

Is it because you want things to change?

Or the pain of losing what you thought is important?

I guess I chose the latter!!

Things are hard,

That's what makes it bad,

Holding long,

Broken once and for all,

Shattered pieces hurt,

Bleed and damaged,

Once you heal,

Things get real.....