I guess, life is making me strong,
Trying to teach me how to live on my own.
Maybe at the moment, I am figuring how to put myself together,
But there's always a hope, life's not gonna be this way forever.
Making me stronger as each day passes by,
Giving me a picture of harsh realities,
My deep self races & storms so badly,
With an intensity even more than that of calamities.
My heart feels sinking, feels like a void,
Tired & done with all affinity being devoid.
Being alone wasn't my choice,
Cant even put up my own voice.
A feeling of getting back my old days comes to me,
A feeling of living my old self dwells on me,
But as people say, all the days are not the same,
All your days dont make you go insane.
I too hope for those days to come soon,
Where my heart would sync again to my tunes &
I'll derive the feeling of old comfortable noons.
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