Sometimes!

Laying on the cold floor,

A warm tear starts to roll.

Staring at the white ceiling,

I wonder when all this black will finally start healing?

Surrounded by feelings of nothingness,

Yet consumed by all the fucking stress.

A continuous cycle,

Known as the karma’s circle.

Invisible to the common eye,

Everyone is deaf to the silent cry.

I can’t decide whether it’s a boon or a bane,

That strangers are going through the same.

The only thing that keeps me sane,

Is that a parallel universe will eventually reverse this pain.