A heavy pen writes,

As I constantly fight,

These feeling and emotions,

In my mind there’s a commotion,

How do I express myself?

Inside it’s constant Hell,

This mind is so self deprecating,

This mind is so self hating,

Rebuking myself,

Refusing help,

So I raise my hands,

You have better plans,

I drowned in her ocean,

Yet she left me in the storm of emotion,

Not thinking of the consequences,

So I stayed quiet trying to be selfless,

Then a heavy rain of information,

Poured, I was left in confusion,

Anger boiled over,

I lost composure,

So I apologised,

When I was more deserving,

But I deserve nothing,

I raise my hands complaining to You,

For the only one who can understand is You,

I want to move on,

But I can’t seem to go on,

Could have I done things better?

Perhaps, but I left it all in the letter,

The only thing haunting me are memories,

Phantoms, vestiges of happiness,

Turned into sadness,

But I’m moving on,

For I have faith in the One,

“I am just as My slave thinks of Me”,

Words I hold close to my heart,

So I may have broken apart,

But He’ll fix me,

For I trust in His Mercy,

And I take a step,

Towards self-rectification.