Grief

We all have our reasons .
We all have things to grieve over.
Nobody can tell you what should make you sad and what shouldnt.
Because nobody knows how close to your heart you've placed a thing, a person, that might not be yours, that might not even know that your exist. No one can tell you that you are hurting less or someone else is hurting more. If you're hurting, you're ailing, and some piece of you is dying over and over again, but you can still not bring yourself to believe it to be true.
You're ailing and so is everyone else.
 Someone else probably has recovered from the obvious frank illness but we're all harbouring the ailing right in our system. Like an acute illness when you suddenly hit the rock bottom, and your body comes crashing down.
 And the time you stay down, you have a hard time telling yourself you'll be fine again. Once you are, you're not stronger, you're just good at showing you are.
 Like your body. The infection is deep rooted in the depth of your hearts and brains, your soul and veins, But it's just not as obvious as before.
So when somebody cuts you open,
They see you bleed,
But you're bleeding out love,
Tainted with every emotion ever felt,
And every illness that has ever got you down,
It never really left you,
But your body just learnt to tell you, you're fine wearing your scars anyway.

Written to my dear friend, hoping you recover . We're all ailing, we're all prescribing ourselves the wrong medications. Sometimes getting our hands on a wonder drug but some time down that lane, we realize all we're doing is numbing our senses down.
You'll be fine,
You'll be okay.