I am 34. According to my mirror I shouldn’t be feeling the way I am feeling. I have grey hairs, I have wrinkles, I am not 24 anymore. I aged. I am not supposed to feel like this.
I am lonely, I am broken hearted, I am asking the same set of questions I have been asking for years.
I am tried.
I am seriously tired.
I am tired of the endless tears. I am tired of the bad temper. I am tired of the clichés. I am tired of blaming myself.
I am tired of being trapped in this corner.
I am tired of feeling used and cheap.
I am tired of nagging, begging and feeling that I am asking for too much.
I am tired of asking. I shouldn’t be asking.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
The problem is, you can mend a broken heart. Once, twice, thrice but then it is soul breaking.
You change, deeply. You don’t lose your self confidence. You simply stop believing in the good in the world.
What’s the point of living then?
My soul is broken. And I don’t know how to mend this.