it breaks at times,
how should I cope?
it feels like roses are already dead
and violets are left with no hope.

it’s afraid of speaking what it feels
and so, it decided to write.
it’s terrifying to see it break
and see it cry every night.

it beats faster with every thought,
and screams a little more loudly with another one,
no, my screams never got lost in those voices around
they are just ignored by this world.

it calms me down every night
and asks me to not weep
enough, enough of overthinking today
its 3 am
shh…. go back to sleep.

credits- Palak Jatwani