To A Broken Person… 


Somedays you think of life, think of what you are ,what everything around you is ,

and the six coffee mugs one after the other,

the chair of laziness that just doesn’t let you go, you are awake till middle of the nights and you pretend to be busy but you too know you aren’t this lazy,

and you are angry because they aren’t accepting you to be crazy,

when will you realise you are running away from nobody but yourself,

that fifteen hour playlist that is unending,

look into your eyes from whom are you hiding ,what exactly are you seeking,

you know you should be grateful, but you are too broken to be grateful ,

you are tired and frustrated and you don’t know why you randomly get irritated,

so high then suddenly so low where are these mood swings leading to ,

anxiety has polluted the heart…

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