It's ok, It really is ok, I'm ok, we're ok, everything's alright...
She kept saying, repeating,
To ease the ache of her lover
The pain was there for her
It was eating her from the inside
But pain was mostly her best friend
Without whom she cannot live
Who was she trying to convince with her words? For no one trusted her enough, but then again, she didn't too. So many dreams but so many deceptions, why living for something worthless? Why? At last, did she convince herself or them? Was she convinced she was ok? Was she ok? Will she ever be ok?
A month, a year, a decade, a century
That's all she asked, to live without pain, but the only thing she got was a month. A month in vain, because she didn't prepare herself. Soon it came, soon it went
Finally she's learnt her lesson.
Pain is my only best friend, who's been here through shit and hell and who's gonna be here behind every rainbow and sun.
