Everything gets better, my ass.
by khushibatra
00:00
angst has vexed over my every thought. my eyes are embedded with grief and its every tear bleeds sorrow.
01:27
my legs drag my aching frame away from the warm blanket to my freezing balcony. the cool air has chilled my every bone but i keep on lying on that cold surface.
02:00
my soul seems confined from east to west, yet i can only dream of darkness gliding over my veins. a constant state of misery with a spoon of hate.
03:30
my eyes are wide open, watching the ever darkening sky breathe, with the stars forming the shape of, wait, a person, i think. a person who looks exactly like me, who cries herself to sleep, has scars on her wrists and falls apart as soon as she closes her room's door.
04:00
my body seems numb, absolutely empty, as empty as an addict's bottle. my eyes start closing, shakily i shut my balcony's door shut and enter my room only to feel how foolish i was, to believe it'll get better.
06:00
the sun has risen but the light doesn't seem to reach my soul. i am unable to sleep, so i just get up and make myself a cup of coffee.
everything gets better, my ass.
Khushi B