all the dayI gather my broken pieceswith my handssettle them downwash them offand striveI shine like sun. all the nightI break myselfinto dejected pieces again3 am. is a fightit ruins allI talk to my ghost. -SHREYA
No matter how much you combat with your inner demons, If they exist, they prevail.
The demons concealed inside her dying to appear And turn everything into morass. -Shreya