the Brunt

The moment you think that you can get on with the life and everything has settled down. When you have everything around you to help you forget the past. You find yourself standing there only, scratching over the wounds, and not letting them to heal. You try to hide your incapability from your well wishers. You portray before them as everything about you and in you is back on rails. While inside you every part is waging war to break through the walls you have put around. You want to show the sores to him, to tell him nothing is back to normal. You want to run to him and hide yourself in his embrace forever. But you know that nothing of this is going to happen, that the person you want the most is the one who wants to see you in this mess the most. You seem tired of daily show. All you want is to lay down all the pretence and tell him you have won. But that would mean that you will brood on ending your life. Yes you are doing it. But just for the people who love you, who want to see you blossoming, you live. You bear the brunt.