I have had enough.

My marks never seem to cut deep enough.

My closed ones suddenly appear under the spotlights

Opening my eyes towards one thought.

'Is it worth?'

Is it worth to die and live under the ground of dust and existence

Before I even glanced towards the ambience of love showered by people who may not always be around,

But they root for me.

A new chapter unfolds itself just when I was hanging by the cliff.

And perhaps...

I reached the edge cause of my blindness towards the opalescent of light against all the darkness.

I am, after all, just learning to heal.