Six years down the line,
I thought everything would be fine.
If not a genuine laugh,
I would be able to fake a smile.
But, things are falling apart,
I feel as I had felt at the start.
Harder and tougher it gets,
To swallow your death fact.
Every memory makes me cry,
My emotions doesn't get dry.
The more I think,
The more I whine.
How can I let go of memories?
They are there in all my life categories.
Why...