On Gloomy Days..

On those gloomy days, sitting by the window, I think, my soul being plucked like a rose petal And my mind rotting ever since.

We disguise into faces we're not, we behave like people we're not, what does it bring to us?
We murder our thoughts, we die in our dreams. Nothing seems to last, everything seems to fade away.
Is living with agony and leaving all behind bringing the peace we urge for? That's not what the heart wants.

Good old days were they, when we had everyone to care, to love. Is this what adulting is? Loosing myself and trying to seek it back?

With a withering soul and a stone cold body, we're left here, to fight alone.
We become a dead flower in a vase, each petal falling one by one. When will we be back together? When will we find ourselves?

We seem calm, but our soul seems to scream.
We've failed a couple of times, we've tried to let our monstrous side lose. But a part of us outshines this tide and brings it back to subside.

We seem to become numb, we seem to become speechless while the stories unveil slowly.
On gloomy days like this, sitting by the window I think, when will the season of spring hit?
We tell ourselves, its not far away because gloomy days like this don't last, they go away.
Tears are not your strongest weapons, your heart is. Your heart is stronger, stronger than your mind. It holds your soul and brings you out stronger.

On gloomy days like this, we believe. We believe to live, to grow strong. I tell myself this everyday, do you? The one structured strength lies within us, it stays inside. It's our decision to nourish it. Strength is not going to be served on a silver platter. We need to listen to the echoes of our heart that tells us how worth we are.

On gloomy days like this, we turn pale, as pale as a dead flower. We feel terrible pain that we try to suppress. But, remember to tell yourself, that gloomy days like this don’t last long, because the spring is not far away.

Finally spring is here, we’re blooming like the white lilies. Fresh and beautiful, not with scars and no pain. All our struggles do not go in vain, because the season of spring is never away.