Insomniac - Poem by Biscuit Collection
This is one of the many sleepless nights I’ve been having lately. Sigh. And just for the record, I am still thinking of him. Even though I try to numb myself of the pain, I still hurt. I’m starting to be miserable once more and it’s getting hopeless each day. Each passing moment finds enough reason for me to move on with a life I know not how to live. I’m weary and tired. But these thoughts wouldn’t stop pouring. My body aches for sleep, my mind shouts for peace, but my heart still, calls out his name… in spite of the hurting, in spite of the pain.
I do not know if I’d ever get over him. But somehow, I’d have to learn how. I’m so tired of pretending. But I know I have to. The biggest challenge I face each day was to pretend not to hurt, to pretend not to think of him, to pretend not to need him… and worst, to pretend not to love him.
On a night like this, I think of where I could get enough strength to face the pretensions and to deal with the lies of the coming day. But this strength does not in any way assure me `coz even this is part of the pretensions I learned to play.
No one would ever see what’s inside of me. No one would ever see all the pain I chose to keep to myself. No one would ever understand the love I could never learn to forget. And no one would ever know that behind the masks, behind the pretensions, behind the lies – is love unrequited and denied.
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