How much more uglier can life get; how much more numb can I get?
I am desperate to vent out this pain that I feel; I haven't shed a tear on your death. How much more immune can I get?
Have I been cursed or plain unlucky to lose two of my most loved ones at one go? I am walking out of my life. I am walking out on God.
Today, when I most need someone, I have none. Have I been so bad afterall?
These words are just too heavy for me to feel its worth anymore. Anything that I express feels irrelevant and unimportant.
Have I become so lonely afterall?
Written by Vrushali Deshpande
