Pain

Needle in the vein,
A strong scream of pain,
Is there anything left to gain?
I kept on wondering as I get sane.

The loudest of cries,
My head questioning why,
The more to recollect it tries,
The more tears roll down from the eye.

Didn't have the courage,
The dreams of that incomplete marriage,
Depressed soul is contagious,
Please don't take it's advantage.

It's broken, it's shattered,
It's lost and it as well once cared,
Stabbed right in the middle,
Heart, soul, rhythm all were scared.

It's saddening, it was not love,
It was an addiction? No it was a habit.
Maybe the best of phase with worst of memories?
No it was lot more than lust, it was truly something very diplomatic.

Don't think don't stress,
Move on just like the rest,
Climb on the top of the world,
And scream whatever is meant to be, will be.

I recover slowly,
From pain with sorrow,
A death of smile,
With pitch black dark shadow.