Melancholic Confession

When sadness creeps and crawls to your veins. It is absolutely not easy. You can fight. You can put efforts than what you used to. Yet all will be thrown out of the abyss cause nothing and no one could ever restore that smile but that only person.

They say that, do not ever base your happiness on another person because once that person leaves, so is your happiness. 

It's true.

Yet, it's certainly easier said than done.

Right now, my heart's bleeding and my brain's casting killed thoughts.

I am alone in this war field. No weapons could shield me from this melancholy.

How could one fight this sorrow when the only reason you're fighting to begin with doesn't seem to know that you're existing.

I am hurt. I am wounded.

The cure is just a stone throw away but could not feel anything but nothing.

I am sane at this point but this is crazy.

When melancholy strikes, nobody could ever escape. When the key from incarceration is too near to notice and too far to ever make me free from thisz