I don't know what to write.
I have so much on my mind.
Piece by piece, I want to let it outside.
People are trying to cover me,
But they don't understand,
The fire is not outside, but in me.
I know it's a phase,
And it will pass by.
But while living in it,
I am struggling to survive.
I pray thee then!
To help me find some strength,
To help me realise
The bliss of life
admist of all the cries.
© aastha1907