Late night
She lied in bed, Waiting for sleep. Yet, it was sadness who came, Bringing tears in her eyes. She asked why? But there was only silence, Making it a lot worse. She wished comfort would come, But instead loneliness approached.
This is our story that we are afraid to tell, because we thought that no one will understand us. This is our heartbreaks, our sorrows and our happiness that we keep in a box. This is not just someone's story. This is yours and everyone else's story, because our story is one and the same, and we are in a huge novel like world.