// For spilt second I grinned when I saw your picture which was posted in your whatsapp story,but then I suddenly jolted realising it wasn’t you who posted it.
I’ve never felt more stupid than I felt at that moment.
Every second I’m inches away from blades which would suppress the ache caused by the void in my heart.
The ceiling of my room has never been more interesting than it is now.
My pillow getting wet has been unvarying, but the culprits aren’t drools anymore it’s the salty tears that soak my pillow.
I’m afraid to close my eyes , I hate when I blink ’cause when I do I see you and when I open my eyes *puff* you vanish into the air leaving me hanging.
My nocturnal tendency keeps on increasing along with the agony. I created Pinterest account just to view those psychic quotes.
I keep replaying the same playlist every damned time.
To the world I smile , I laugh masking my inner turbulences,ironically my conscience laughs at me. I hate how my conscience pities me.
Usually I’d enjoy my insomniac times but now I hate when it is night because I’ve to stop feigning and shrug off my mask.
It the burning eyes who forcibly shut themselves and my body taking me into the dreamless world.
I hear fellow beings suggesting me to move on and they give me reality checks every now and then because apparently I’m unaware of reality.
Some say you’ll forget the void soon.
Some say it’s now the life is.
But I know I’ll just learn to live with the void because no one can make my day brighter than you did , no one can make my night sparkling than you did.
You should be here somewhere.
All I’m asking is to meet me once again maybe I can change your mind.\\ ⌛️