a memory trapped inside your head.
Too much sorrow,
wishing something would change tomorrow.
Yet you say you're fine,
even as you see yourself as a broken line.
You want to cry,
but no tears fall, no matter how hard you try.
Just because you carry everything
the burdens, the worries, every little thing
doesn't make you a king.
It only makes the weight harder to bring.
You grow weaker,
and the scars grow deeper.
You're the angel everyone leans on,
yet your own stability is gone.
You're the helping hand,
yet feel like an unknown land.
What should we do?
Undo what we've been through?
Every ending carries a sound,
a lesson waiting to be found.
Today you suffer,
and the roads grow rougher.
But pain has a way of teaching,
and growth comes from reaching.
No life is built without progression,
no strength without a lesson.
This world will hurt you
that much is true.
But find the right people,
and they'll help heal you too.
So don't fall apart.
Instead, begin to heal.
Start from the heart. ❤️
Mata ashita 😊
