It's hard to hold back for this isn't what we plan it to be. Yet another teardrop falls. Who are we to fight back what's been destined for us? We're helpless souls lost in the sea of sorrow. The high raging waves have hit us badly and everything is shattered in the wild vastness around us. It's hard to pick up the little pieces and let alone to glue it back for every single piece of the dreams has been destroyed completely.
The feeling is in a state of coma with a blur hope of restoring it to what it used to be. That light at the end of the tunnel is at a far reach. We won't be able to make it before it's completely gone and leave us in darkness again. It's so frightening and we succumb to our own fear.
A wish that it isn't too harsh for us. But every part of this so called emotions have been battered and the casualties are high.