If I ever disclose to you that I have trouble sleeping, please do not tell me it is an easy task, and trust me that's all I ask.
Dear, it's not easy to stare at a wall for hours straight, scratching my moist eyes till the clock strikes eight, sunlight peeking through the blinds piercing my tired face.
it's not easy.
it's not easy to bypass the constant fear of apprehension, colliding with a chain of thoughts with no comprehension, it's not easy.
it's not easy to shun those voices in my head, thrashing me mentally birthing more dread.
it's not easy to pause my imagination, thumping heart, sweat, oh those rapid palpitations.
it's just not easy.
it's not easy to reduce time's speed cause those ticks and tocks make my ears bleed.
it's not easy to swallow those sleeping meds
even after knowing, it has memory loss side effects.
Is it easy? it is just not easy.
when the professor tells me to switch on the camera, it's not easy.
it's not easy to wear a smile behind thousand cries and swollen eyes
It's not easy.
now you might just count the number of times I've said it's not just easy,
trust me, it's hundred times over once again, it's not easy.
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