• _extremities_ 45w

    Days pass by somehow but nights are a wagon of pain..
    Injuries may heal with time but marks will always remain..
    Restless on my comfortable bed I toss and turn and try to sleep..
    Thoughts are bulking my head and have formed a huge heap..
    The past is flashing its scorching light beams..
    Tearing me apart..
    Breaking me at the seems..
    The darkness of my life is more visible in the dark..
    And now I am trying to give it a voice..
    Trying to speak my heart ❤

    - Muskan ❤