I did not plan these -
To feel sad all the time,
To have no energy to be happy,
To lose myself each and every time,
To feel dead when I am actually alive.
I do not want these -
The loud thoughts that squeeze my head,
The fragile dam of tears that breaks countless times,
To wear the smiley mask I desperately want it rid of,
Because I’m exhausted and drained.
None of these was my choice.
But I ought to acknowledge it,
Because it’s part of the process,
To fall down in order to get back up again.
So I continue to save me,
In hopes this phase will pass,
Believing that I will bloom again,
For every dark night, will gift a brighter day.
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