I wish I didn’t have to write.

I wish I didn’t have to write
about the pains I suffer,
the feelings I hide inside,
the hurt I never talk about,
and the battles I couldn’t fight.

I wish I didn’t have to write
about the journey of ours,
the nights I cried,
the heartbreaks I felt so far,
and the distress inside my mind.

I wish I didn’t have to write
about the burden inside my heart,
the broken dreams of mine,
the grief of us being apart,
and the reality of me not being fine.

I wish I didn’t have to write
about the miseries of this world,
the hurdles I face,
the love I couldn’t forget,
and the scars I couldn’t embrace.