I suffer in silence day and night.
It all seems to be getting murkier
Life looks like a purposelessly flying kite.
Never wanted to revisit these tunnels of darkness,
But life seemed to have had other plans.
The ghost of misery comes back to haunt me
Everything around seems to have changed.
Stranded alone at the core of isolated land,
I search desperately for the sight of green grass.
Uncertain how far am I going to walk,
It not far before I shatter like a broken glass.