Some wounds can't be cured
by band-aids which cover.
In fact the abstractness of such scars,
can't be numbed
even by anaesthetic hangovers!

I wonder why your cheeks don't hurt,
Even after all those hours of faking that pretty smile.
I wonder why your eyes don't ache
Even after crying recklessly the whole night.
I wonder how your throat is still okay,
Even after all that screaming in the locked room, out of fright.
  I really wonder how you are keeping up,
Even when the tremendous pain has been breaking you all this while.

Cause maybe you have become so numb that you feel alright even when you aren't alright.

Wish I knew, your love
was a sweet poison.
All the moments we spent, honey,
were just some mere illusion!

Oh! look how beautifully she uses her smile
as a shroud,
to hide the gruesome scars her soul endows!

Only if the Aladdin's lamp were to happen upon,
She would have asked for a shoulder to cry on!

And now they call her
A burden
when they themselves loaded her
with carts of pain!