Hardship

The hardship of the heart,

The flow of pain of the scars,

The mood that swings a lot,

And the damage, I made unintentionally that tore me apart.

What was my real mistake?

Is it the sin that has no forgiveness?

And is it just me, impatient with my unstable soul?

Or are you also there screaming inside while acting boldly?

I don’t get the sleep,

I wake up in the middle of the nights,

I look for your presence, hoping to see your glimpse,

I go angry, and feel bad about it,

I end up being sad, but can’t cry on the situation lately,

I know you are gone, but I don’t know why I have the hope,

A hope relying on a scrawny future peek,

Which I know won’t exist or happen really.