A break from Poetry.

It sucks sometimes,how words touch you, how you really feel them and how they change you for sometime.

It's funny how your emotions are barely in your control but sometimes, these words control them more than you will ever be able to.

 Sometimes, you can't blame anyone for hurting you because you confess for a brief moment, to yourself, sitting alone in the corner of a dark room, that it was you who messed up everything for everyone.

You know, there's this sadness which has a specific reason and you can cope up with it by repenting or doing something about it.

But then, it's so complicated as to how to cope up with the sadness that comes from inside you?

A sorrow, that which has no reason.
 the one which never leaves you alone, the one that makes you cry every night,
The one that you fear will be your end.

But they say that it can fly away when you find something that makes you happy.

What they fail to realise is that, whatever this something is, not everyone gets it.

Not everyone makes it till the end of this race,
Some runners fall and then never get up.
I fear, i might someday, turn out to be one of them.