Rockbottom

You mask everyday with smiles just to hide your tears.
Because truth of the matter is, every night is a bad night.


So much time has gone by but you still remain the same. Crying yourself to sleep because that's the only thing you could think of as you're about to drift off. Because there's no more distraction for you to hold on to. Because that one calm moment that you experience before falling asleep every night has turned into your most dreaded part of your day.

Clarity doesn't feel so different from sorrow for you now.

And in the morning, you'll find yourself laughing over your exceedingly emotional episode last night. You just got caught up in your own mind. So you broke down.

But it's the same thing every night.
And finally, you start realizing that you have no idea how this can end happily for you.
There is such thing as a bad ending after all.

Allah, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.