Assalamualaikum.
“Do you ever lay in your prayer mat and realize how not okay you
are?”
The image of disappointment and disrespected inside.
About the big things happened in the life into the small memories.
Right, direct to how broken the heart is.
Getting away from everything must feel so good.
Sense messed up, they mixed up.
Then,
All ripped into million pieces.
The tears dropped.
Hands in the air.
How easily replaceable I’m in anyone eyes.
These messages in my head never quiet.
“The more I thought, the more I felt like crying.”
I wish I could disappear, avoid everyone.
Delete the distances seems fine.
Then,
How far I needed to run away?
I’m sick.
My legs are too tired.
The white color turns damped.
“We’re all trying to be a better
person.”
Tragic.
I’m the only one put those waste efforts.
Loaded my muscle with loneliness.
Everywhere.
It’s painful.
The reality is,
Silent cry will never count.
Put a smile hardly for the world to see.
And only can finally say, “I’m used to it.”
