Don't know how to say it but it hurts every time,
It keeps coming back like the back of my head,
Those words, those things,
I tried to keep it simple,
But it's like all my efforts are in vain,
Trying harder to pull myself out from that hell,
Someone's come trigger that point and bring me the new hell,
This hell holds the battle of angel and devil within me,
But none of them are familiar with it,
What is it to endure it all,
This anxiety, this heartache,
This constant remainder, these tears,
I just want to say to myself that I'm alright,
Then why is it so hard,
I was fine a moment ago,
Then why now it all seems like hell,
Oh I swear I'm trying,
But why my efforts aren't showing,
Is it my guilt, my shame, my regret
That is making me feel these all,
Or is it the attachment, the heartbreaks I had,
Is it the past or the present which is more haunting?
Why did it need to happen when my mind already told me to stay farther?
What should I do?
Should I wait for time to heal it?
Or should I escape it?
How can I escape when it all keeps coming back?
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
شِعر"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
