Cliche right ?
Story of my life?
Except for those dreadful moments.
But it is what it is!
The time when I feel broken,
Too weak to get my pieces fixed all by MYSELF
Sometimes when I pick up my broken pieces
They don't fail to give me a cut
Reminding me I'm alone
Even when surrounded by hundreds of people
They seem to be caring
But aren't aware of what's going on in my mind
They say they are with me
But it just doesn't seem to be working
It's been 16 years since I started breathing
Yet it's getting difficult day by day
And now I have built an invisible impenetrable wall
Which acts as a shield, a life savior for me
So it's quite foolish to expect help
When I have myself built the wall, but still I do!
I always try to fix my broken self
Least bothered about the cuts from it
And guess it'll continue until my last breath
I wonder if people will be able to see those cuts
When I get buried!
This is the story of my life