Being Human

Leaving is never hard

Goodbyes don't hurt

As much as the life after.

You can't convince that it's over

To the others or yourself

Or know that it is for real.

A mirage that traps you in

Quicksand consumes you

You can't feel your legs

You fall and crawl

It kills you almost and keeps you alive,

You wish it is over in a second

But it lasts, for hours and days.

Days become nights

Nights become days

You can't tell one from the other

But, one day it's gotta be over.

That one day you feel nothing

Nothing at all, even after trying

It's not so human, but you find yourself

Hanging around like you're one.

Waiting to damn your beloved.