From Pain to poetry

Broken, I am not okay.

I try my best to keep my hope intact, despite of things falling apart, I try to be happy, to be cheerful despite of my soul drowning in the ocean of distress, I hold an urge not to breakdown, I try to be strong, I try not to pick the shreds of my broken pieces all by myself, I really wish you had known how hard I try everyday, to pretend that its normal and though I say that I don’t need anyone but sometimes I really wish to be understood. I may look fine, but deep inside, my heart is slowly wilting …