Once the dark rolls in. I close my eyes and drown in my sorrow tears. I want to share. Want to be weak and vulnerable, want to be softly held. 

But who would stay?

Who wouldn't say I am too much? 

Who would find the stars in my broken stormy eyes? Who would want to hear how my dull days go by? Who would look at me and see me beautiful, even when I am not? Who would find a way to love me, when I am just an inconvenience? 

Once the night rolls over. I will be just a silent noone, someone whose name you won't recall. Someone who disappeared in misty hills of who was she. Just a forgotten whisper, noone heard.

I will just go on as it is. One slow day at a time, till another night comes in.