Sorrow

Every movement is an effort. I try to move my legs and it hurts. I try to think and i cant. I try to eat but i cant find my appetite. My mind wakes up before my body does. It doesnt let me sleep early in the morning just as it keeps me awake late into the night. My eyes are dry...i cant cry anymore. My head hurts and the only time it stops is when im laughing. Am i going insane? The sound of music is the only thing that keeps me sane..................and alive. I look back and promise myself. I promise myslef that i shall never be weak again. Tomorrow is a new day after all, full of new things and life. And i promise myself that i shall get out of this hole. I promise my own dear self to take care of myself. Far long have i taken this abuse. And i promise myself that I shall give love but never take it. Coz that seems to be the root of all sorrow. I shall remember this promise all my life and keep it close to my heart. I promise!