So much I want to ask
So many questions
To which I wish I had the answers
but I am too scared to ask
some of them arent any of my business to ask
and some of them...well..you have no obligation to answer

the way I am going now
makes the idea of recovery as ludicrous as that of a growth spurt
I feel like the crab walking to the ocean
and being pulled back to shore by the tide every single time
I've been here before in a way
same position, different location
I promised to never come back
but here I am
and there's no way out
I was right I guess
When I told you that some people were never meant to be happy
Melodramatic yah...but its always been default state miserable
with the once in a while, smiling interlude
which never lasts long


I think its time to stop blaming
every thing that i can get my hands on
and realise that the fucked one is me