The struggle of not being with you,
like the Earth needs the Sun.
Embraces the warmth after a night of aloofness...
But you're gone.

The struggle of not being with you,
like a tattoo inked on my skin.
Accepts hurting to see its beauty...
But you're gone.

The struggle of not being with you,
haunted me over the years.
Years of bliss and harmony...
But you're gone.

Gone the years of harmony,
your beauty wounded and marred me.
The warmth never embraced me and aloofness clinched me.
And now you're gone...
Being with you is the struggle.

And that day was full of brightness
Light shades covered the entirety.
Serendipitous people encompasses
And I’m carrying these clouds heavily.

I ran to an endless cognition
Realized that I’m all alone.
It should be raining
I rather carry these clouds on my own.
And rain it on myself
To send freezing temperatures on my bones.
Wishing it would reach my soul
And create a numbing groan.

Counting the days as I mend my wounded self
Cleaning it with salt to make it last.
It’s still raining and I am soaking wet
Another day to be masked.
Pretended to be in Nirvana
but all I felt was hell
I will put myself on a cask,
And all I wanted now is to be dead.