I told myself a pretty lie
I almost convinced myself
Might have done the unthinkable
But scarce could let myself.
‘Twas you who
Got stuck in between
This convincing lie
I barely could swallow
Nor let you strive
To ascertain veracity.
“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.” – Sarah Williams
Sometimes it’s this dark unfeeling vacuum that gives one the space and the break one needs in life. A whirlpool may cause destruction but in the midst of it all there is an abysmal calm. That’s how I feel. Too many problems, worries, frustrations surround me but I am not completely rattled or baffled.
Just distanced. Detached. And Resigned.
And even if they do ask, your cynical self says “I’m ok” – because you ask yourself if they really mean it(?). Does your answer matter to them at all? Being strong is lonely, being strong is painful.
I’ve got grit, I’ve got fire
But it lies unfanned.
I’ve got love, I’ve got pain
But it lies untouched.
And time won’t heal a broken-hearted me…
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Reached a point in life (again) where I am feeling lonely. Utterly alone. Nobody who actually cares for/ about me. Sheesh. Hate it but can’t seem to help it. Have a couple of close friends, but they are too occupied with themselves. Nobody to pamper n pander to me n these moods of mine.