Hiding yourself behind
doors, putting yourself in a shell living with the fear of not doing well,
trying your best to repair fighting with your soul not to care that it’s breaking you down, convincing yourself that you are fine, all though your soul is
declining, trying hard to
keep smile intact and real, trying not to frickle, nightmares of your past hallucinating your
sleep, being unable to
peep through the light.
From Pain to poetry
By Areeba72
a paradox of unsaid feelings More