Strive!

I often sleep on my tears,
And in the morning, when I open my eyes,
One teeny tiny of them, often rolls down my cheek.

I often choke on what has happened,
But I guess I can’t undo this,
I can only go on to make up for what has happened.

My smile has become artificial,
I am trying to get its rawness back,
But I guess, attached to it now
Is a weed of guilt and disappointment, I cannot get rid of.

I want to sleep sound,
But I guess something is yelling inside me,
Asking me, to end what I started,
Asking me, to give what I failed to give.

Hence, I fight this war,
For the dignity that I have lost,
I will strive,
Causing failing is no more an option.