Lols you can't even talk
for the reason that
you'll relive that awful moment
and with every fragment of the past,
the pain hits different.
In all these, your feelings are visible
from your mien.
Yet unseen by the ones who care.
No compos mentis anymore,
It feels like you're hurt in a dry well
With all hopes lost,
wishing it had water enough to defeat you
with a brick tied to your feet.
Inspite of the people closest to you full of cheer and joy,
your bright and colourful universe now deem and pale.
As the dark clouds gather just before the storm, I see frightened tears hanging
from the tip of your crooked lashes
your eyes begging for ease
your heart hoping on solace to wrap itself.
The lady in the dark room whispering softly
like a friend with secrets to share
She's calling, calling you closer to that quiet.
Would you answer?