And broke my
Bones.
Spent sleepless
Nights to fix
My tone.
Cracked my
Knuckles,
A thousand times.
To show fate
A middle finger.
Even in a storm
I learnt to laugh.
..
Lying dead in
Your room,
Collecting dust
As you brood..
There is no
Glory in suffering.
The light at the
End of the tunnel
Is just an unlit
Lamp.
You just have
Forgotten,
The matchstick
You've already got.
Time doesn't heal..
Darling,
You need to put on
A mask or shed one,
To move on.
..