Something Broken

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Something Broken



Something’s Broken but I am moving forward,

What exactly that I don’t know

Because there are many but I can hear the voice of pieces and pain;

No matter how hard I try, How hard I cry, it will never get fixed.


Today, When I am short of tears, I saw them sobbing and howling

But wait a minute, Is it for me, is it for them or is it, because they have to show off tears

But, the fact is why I am not crying anymore?

I have always wanted them to show some emotion but why am I not feeling anything?

Maybe because I find peace but is this peace, actually?

Because,

Something’s Broken Didn’t know what?


What, exactly that is the question I should ask

Ask to those who tortured me when I was lively, was full of life and aspired to achieve everything;

Ask, what was my fault? Was it being emotional, being loyal or being humane

Ask that I’d cried for your help, even begged for my happiness and belongingness

Why and what stopped you then?

If you have laughed over me yesterday then why you’all are crying today, when i finally find peace away from everything.

So, please stop crying because,

Something’s already broken and please do not try to tear it apart.


It’s not like that I have never thought of being best of myself for all of you

Sadly, Neither cared nor valued

With time, I have realized that it was me who has to value me or care for me.

I have finally moved towards my happiness and peace.

And, please let me enlighten you the quest for finding peace was not easy,

Somehow I conquered it so what is bothering you now?

stop pretending with fake emotions

Because,

Something’s already broken and it will never get fixed till eternity.


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