BY RITUPARNA SARKAR
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
No dreams but all nightmares
There isn't always a rainbow at the end of the rain
And not every cloud has a silver lining.
There is no path, only circles
Vicious and vengeful
The canvas painted with nothing but all black
And all mirrors are broken.
There are no shoulders, only elbows
Only a bottomless pit of misery and there's no rope
Breathing in and breathing out
No they are not really alive
There's no lullabies
No chocolate pies
All their talk about happiness and hope
Nothing but all lies.