It’s past midnight
you lie broken and destroyed,
Unknown to your skin,
feeling strange and devoid.
You feel unworthy
like the thorns in a rose,
You feel like the worst part
of a beautiful prose.
The darkness now
embraces your emptiness,
The demons pity you,
though evil, nevertheless.
You no longer seek hope
to fight the remaining you,
Vibrant vibes fade away
while you settle for the grey hue.
It pierces your heart
and kills your mind,
The excruciating pain
leaves nothing behind.
You hate yourself
as if it’s a routine,
Your eyes seek mercy
and the world turns mean.
You forget what it felt like
when you were truly alive,
Because now, the battle is
to breathe and to survive.
Deep down, you know
you desire to heal,
You crave for a smile,
you crave to feel.
Well, look up in the mirror,
observe who you are,
All of it is just a battle,
after all your soul has won wars.
Get up to the sunrise
watch the world bathe in light,
You stand in need of a ray
not invincible might.
Believe, like the caterpillar does
inspite of feeling death,
Dive deep in yourself and
know your every breathe.
Become someone
who you can narrate unapologetically,
Live a story
which flows poetically.❤️
