insomnia: cured by a pill

a person truly loves you when he sees the pain in your eyes and inside your heart
when everybody else still believes the smile on your face -one forwarded sms

sometimes, hurt gets buried deep. sometimes, it just floats near the surface.
ignored but not forgotten. it has an uncanny ability of stepping into the light
when one wants to go to sleep. and that is when all the buried past come out.

night brings back the painful memories. memories dulled with a nod and a smile.
when does reality end and fantasy begin? for that matter, which of them do i live now?

i'm back and i'm awake
there is no more pain in me
it's now already tomorrow
where will i be in the morrow?
today i walk away from sorrow