Drowning
Inside the jar of tears
That I had been collected
All throughout our years
Of failures and agony,
Hardships and fears.
All those stolen kisses,
All those warm embraces -
Now shattered
And then scattered -
In broken pieces..
Thrown away like useless pebbles,
In my own sea of regretful memories.
I'm suffocated
But I am trying
To breathe..
Struggling
but still striving,
Dying
but still fighting.
A/N:
I just wanted to dedicate this small portion of this book to my "banter-buddy" Ms. Shivanshi Jaiswal. AngelDirectioner15 . It was inspired from her book, "Unsent Letters".