A burden in your heart that eats you slowly.
It neither can be erased nor can it be forgotten.
Why is it that every time one tries to step up,
There is something that drags you down.
Pulling your further down that,
It takes another extra mile to level up.
When things go right, happy we are.
It lasts for quite sometime.
We cherish it, live every minute of it.
Forget the things that don't matter.
And when something goes wrong,
The sky just falls on our shoulder.
Everything fall apart,
Making one tear up every time you think of it.
Quite amusing that one can be guilty,
When you are not. But you feel it anyhow.
The inner thing that eats you, making you feel so.
And the sole reason you cannot deny.
