Who do you call, when you’ve tried, and gotten tired of voicing out, because no one lends you an ear?
When all the salty water flows like a spring from your eyes, and dries up, leaving behind traces of sadness, which brand of make-up will be best for a disguise?
When you know something in your soul has died, how do you live?
What do you do, when you attempt to bring your thoughts to life in words – because that is how you manage to stay sane- but they end up in the bin, shredded beyond coherence?
Where do you go, when the four cardinals of your room have become your fortress, a world of your own?
What do you do when the person you could swear was your “friend,” turns out to be your biggest fiend?
How do you survive, when the only sunlight you get is the weak ray of hope that kisses your face when you flutter your eyelashes open in the morning – so weak that it fails to melt the frosty despair in your heart?
How do you explain that the lamp in the night sky has become a stable companion to the nocturnal being you have become, and the only other face you see for weeks is yours; looking back at you in the mirror, unsmiling?
What do you do, when the last time your lips spread in a smile was with an emoji and your most used vocabulary is “fine”?
What do you do when you can’t explain to people how you feel? You want to, but somewhere along the way, you lost the zeal…
What do you do when you don’t know what to do? When you’ve known more loss than love and you don’t know how long you can keep on acting tough?
What do you do when you can’t take it anymore, like an overstuffed chicken heading for the oven, take off?