And I wanted someone, absolutely anyone to hear my cries beneath the smile I have plastered on my face. To ask me how am I feeling? How many tears do I hide within? How much grief is bottled up in my chest and how many sleepless nights have my eyes endured?
I kept believing that there existed an outlet to worries and chaos or that there was a silver lining at all. Now when I close my eyes, the picture of death does baffle me to think that the journey isn’t a downhill process. Or that some part of me truly needs to rest. I dont have any friend or anyone I would be able to narrate the emotions and pain that go through my brain, little did I imagine that this is how all of it would end?
And I am sorry for not letting some of you in. The barriers I set high are facades to an empire which is built with sands rolling between the crevices of my soul so you never needed permission but you still let me go.
Don’t you please tell me that you were there all the time by my side,
with the Sun setting and the darkness approaching, I couldn’t find a soul who wanted to at least try.