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
