LET GO You're sidelined. You're sulky. You're drowned in fury. You need an outlet to pour everything out but, you just can't find one. You feel betrayed. You're teary. It all seems too hazy. You wait for clarity but, you just can't see through your eyes. You hate yourself to wait. You put your head up, with eyes swollen and heart broken, asking yourself if it's worth it. You keep asking the same question, and every time you ask, you regret it. Each time it's a weeping 'Yes'. You're tired. Longing for the wait to end. But all you do is wait. You get back to what you did, and you do everything to make it all look okay, but inside you're still waiting. All this wait makes you mad. But you don't show. It makes you negative. But you don't realize. It makes you sick with insecurity. But you hold back. It makes you stone hard. And you go on with it. You start liking it. It satisfies you, being indifferent. And you know now, that it's all changed. You hate things you loved. You don't give a shit for people you caressed. You aren't scared of being alone. You are far from chit-chats. Time and place have all changed. And so has life. Life is not the same. You are not the same. But there's something that is just the same. That inside, you're still waiting. You sigh. You decide to take the burden of this long 'wait' to your grave. Never for once you think of ending the wait. You only wait. Wait for that meaningless 'sorry' and useless 'please'. But why the wait? You could have gone out. You could have initiated. You could have solved it all. You could have let it all go. Then why the unnecessary torture? Because you wanted to hear, not say. You wanted to scream with anger, not cry with a 'sorry' or forgive with a 'that's okay'. You wanted to harm, not heal. You wanted it all. That's why the wait. Now when you're so negative, you just don't care if the wait ends. All you want to live with is the wound this never-ending wait gave you. And you wish to die feeling the same. But this isn't the real you. You didn't want this for you. You just didn't want to be the first one to let go. You waited only praying that it'd soon end. Instead you could've kept aside 'I' or 'me', talked it out, yelled and fought, then smiled silently and let it all go for 'we' and 'us'. And it's not too late. It is never too late. You can still make amends. You can be the first to do it. Honestly, it'd be a little harder than before, but it'd be worth it. The negative psyche may not allow you to do that. It'd throw many tantrums on the way. It is upon you to take them up or ignore 'em. Find a reason, find the will, find the positive light within that stone-cover, find the real 'you' and just a second is enough. Enough to end the wait. Enough to add some life in your life. Enough to realize what you have missed. Enough to break your walls. Enough to join the broken pieces. Enough to bring you back. So do yourself a favor and buy a second. You only need that one second. To let go.
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