I write at 2 am for all those broken ones. Darkness is not the place to be. Its time to acknowledge the light. Let us give a meaning to the coffins we have created for ourselves.
Two o’clock in the night, and I can’t close my eyes
Scary memories serve as nightmares
Making it difficult to breathe & avoid the grief
Another night of fear, will it ever go away?
The loneliness is scary
The moments of confusion
Making pain justification wary
Is this anger, here to stay?
Staring in the night
Its scary to face tomorrow
Another day of masking commotions
Making my heart bleed of emotions
Sounds of laughter fade in distance
Melancholy moods hustling the way
A pool of darkness wraps beneath
As the small world crumbles below
This feeling of confusion is drowning
Again the silent screams are unheard
A house of emptiness inside
Cuts the connecting chords
This darkness doesn’t go off
Failed try in weakening the bond
Seeing myself giving in to it
I whisper "One more time"
Through the suffocation, there's a ray of light
Trying to reach it through blurs of vision
Hoping the path would finally lie alright
Without waiting for a hand to envision
This demon of darkness
Is no more a fairy tale
Its an unseen force
That gives the hardest blow
Standing in the corner fighting the demons
A knife on the wrist and just a tiny scratch
She stops to look up
"I should fight one more time."
