Its been so long
And it feels almost weird
To be writing again
But it was meant to happen
Sooner or later
We knew
Deep down we knew
How could we stay happy for long
Our own mind rejects it
Why can't we fix this?
Why can't we fix us?
Why can't we not overthink?
Why???
There was a time...
When these things didn't bother us
We were fine on our own
We were doing just fine
Enjoying our own company
Then when did we become so weak?
Why??
What happened to the independent part of us?
Why did we bury it?
When did we bury her?
Bury us
Now we're left with the memories
Of a past us, that we can no longer revive
Or do we not want to revive her?
The hypocrisy
Hypocrite me
Have we been always like this?
I think we have..
At times we just get upset for no particular reason
And every regret comes crashing down
Why can't we live simply?
Why can't we just switch off these thoughts?
Why, oh why?
Or is it like a coping mechanism?
How can this be a coping mechanism?
I am so tired
So so tired
Please someone turn off this switch for me
I can't do this anymore
Please...
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Shattered Pieces
Random"Once I had a mirror, With which I could look into my mind. But one day, it fell And shattered into millions of pieces All of whom I have yet to find." This is a collection of all those missing pieces.
