I am questioning myself
Whether I love you more or is it you?
It used to be our favourite fight
I always used to give up
Who would not adore someone who love you more than you love them?
But it is just past now
The present is surreal
I must have cried more than thousand times
In this short span of living my solitude
I hear vehicles moving outside
But I know no one will come to see me
May be ever
I try to be brave
I have no choice,right?
Living in this box
I tried to talk to myself
But my mind Said ‘back off’
In such ruthless way
I wonder all hermits feel this way
Loneliness that eats our own flesh
Knowing very well
I will go to sleep alone tonight
And would wake up with a heartache…