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.