Its that time

That eereie feeling of being single

Knowing all are mingling to the jingle

I should have been used to it now

But it feels like a new wound still.

Left as the last one to be picked

Knowing you don't belong where you belong now

But you've got no choice

But to draw that smile

Cover your frown

Or keep it deep down

For another day of therapy later

It's filling up fast

In the deep down

Where you keep all

The thorny frowns

Its getting harder

To move or move on

Life is like this ?

I often wonder

Why is it called a gift

When I cry to sleep

Hardly any slumber

More dark dreams

Night terrors they call

Sweetly named after

I am cold and in pain

Broken all along.

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