To be free like a bird takes a lot at times.

Frustration, anger, guilt and regret.  

The feelings just keep piling up as the days pass. 

Believing what I had was the best in class. 

Folding arms, knees gripping on the face tight. 
Giving up on everything to make things right. 

Head held high and raised a toast to life. 
The dark took over even before it shown bright. 

In some weak moments, I think of the crossed lines. 
Might have been short, yet enough for my cries.
Hanging midway in the clouds of despair now. 
I look down upon with wrinkles in wet eyes. 

The last mile is the one never to be tred on. 
Sit with dear ones and still feel alone.  
So to say it best, I choose to be silent tonight.  
For what I dreaded most was the next fight.