Living Is Painful

I’m longing, slowly not-belonging, departing to become a circumstance to someone. 
I’m harrowed, disinterested, but going on, it is not enough.
I’m incomplete with a deep meaning, not-wanted, turning pale.

I don’t want to show, but the cuts are all over my body, I’m falling apart , I will, not now, but soon. 
© Aniket More

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