I'm locked in my room again. There's Another love playing loud so that my wails aren't heard otherwise. I'm cold, obvious to break down any moment.
I don't know what I am crying for. A life that I revived for which just doesn't wants to run the way I want it to not even for a day? Or for sorrows I don't know why are made only for me?
The one chance I had to tell the world that I can write too, taken away, for what?
Today, I think. I think again as to why I revived? Why I moved on from something that was less painful.
Today, I curse. I curse all of them who prayed for me to revive better. You know, it's hard once you realise that a broken heart hurts lesser than a broken dream.
I curse all those who talked me out of death. You know, the pain was better then.
I curse all of them, who thought its okay to let go. Let go of people, love, and dreams.
Today, I write for one last time. Only to say that, I'll never forgive those who told me that I'm one of the best at this art.
It's because of you that I dreamt. And today, helpless cause' it's breaking.