Melancholy

It took a lot out of me;
Every ounce of me was falling apart,
I was sick of acting I was okay.

Reasoning the existence was hard,
Isolation and overthinking were my weekend things.

Checking phone frequently,
Expecting a blocked contact to show up!

Trying to be breezy all day,
And expecting nights to never end.

It’s been years now,
Still you’re ruling my sleepless early mornings.

What else I can expect,
For all you’ve been so rooted in me
That I realised after unrooting!

– Linda Balan

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