Detaching while seeking attachment,
Smiling while hiding the sadness,
Suffocating while gulping down the pain,
Fidgeting while trying to move forward,
And carry on with life without any companion.
Another night with worthless thoughts.
Another lie coated with bitter truth.
Another insomniac with horrifying past and unpleasant present.
Another page of unwritten words,
Stating the state of mind.
Things are not exactly okay,
Even though they look like it.
Morbid fascination with self destruction,
Never helped the undying,