The destroyed me...

Tired

They are tired..

You are too..

Every day I hear it,how tired you are..

How hard it is,to run..

But why are you running?

Which race are you running for?

Except going downhill that too with high speed,where are you running?

Need consolation, need someone to do magic and give everything..

But what?

What is everything?

Needing anger,needing hurt to be pushed forward,

To take a leap..

What kind of journey is that?

Only when someone screams,only when someone cannot handle,

Only when someone leaves,we gather,crying in regret,

Trying to feel little good..

Why?

And you say you are tired..

So be it..