Judge me all you want,
I don’t care,
I have internal problems,
Want me to share?
Though it’s too personal,
Are you willing to take on anything?
It’s not something that happens seasonal,
But it’s a little “something?”
Perhaps not even little,
Who am I kidding?
This “something” is so brittle,
It’s stinging the very whole of my heart,
Those leftover lights shattering,
Waiting for my life to depart,
Lights begin to break scattering,
No way to restart,
Would you even get it?
Even if I told you half of my suffering?
I don’t think there’s a point now,
All of my lights are darkening,
Lights of the way out,
where peace and happiness tries to enlighten you,
can’t you see I can’t find a way out?
I can’t find the door to breakthrough,
So as I was saying,
Is it worth even telling you?
Sharing it with a few of the people,
and listening to their view?