Sunder
It's been like this for days In and out, in and out My room is now my refuge. I want to be alone But I don't want to sit down with myself Everything feel out of control How am I supposed to deal with this building up tension, trust issues pent up frustration, this concept of Khula, Sunder? I feel betrayed, abandoned Does love exist in the first place? Or is it a period where excess dopamine is flowing within the brain? And expires with it. I want to escape But I don't know to whom or to where When everything around me is crumbling down When my whole world is coming undone.
