It was dark outside in the early nights and soft coldness comes a little rough.They call it early sleeps, I call sleepless nights. By the open windows I sad there, undisturbed by the noise instead I took silence and surround me with it. My mind was found with memories of love, care, suddenly it intermixed with hatred, madness and anger and disappointment. It was like fire fueling my heart and it was no doubt that rage has dominant the soft spot of my heart.
I couldn't speak to anyone about what that was overtaking me. Instead I talked myself in and out of the process. It was physically insane to anyone that could saw it real but it was known to be therapy to my mental disorders.
I began to sing in order to heal my scars but instead of healing they kept marking my heart. I told myself that I wished it would go away but it couldn't so I just sang continuously to numb the pain and slowly led myself to sleep.
In the earliest mornings I awake the light but couldn't. The hope I had wasn't enough to let the light through. I prayed that the darkness went away because I felt incomplete, unloved and fooled. I told myself to move but as I kept the memories stored the more it kept me scarred. At last the morning came, I stood up again to mask myself with a bright smile that's unreal and fake where no one will notify what's up behind it. It it what I had to do until I get to see an unworthy truth.
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