The sky isn't always blue

Letting go

I sat in my room alone at night

going through all the things

which have broken my heart

reliving each moment of pain

as this will be our last

My pillow is dry now

it's not wet in my tears anymore

and I can feel that the tremors of my soul

are calming down

and going distant from my home

Do you think the universe would weep forever?

for every of its broken star

for each of it's scar

then who am I to hold on to things

that has left me in an agony

So now I have decided

that I have to let go a few things from my basket

because if I don't lose them now

then I will lose myself forever

and would never be able to come out of my bedroom door