The air outside my window is cold and unchanged,
The scars on my heart are fresh and unaltered,
The people in this place are disappointing and same,
Everything around Me is same, I am still the same.
May be I am addicted to this constant pain,
The pain that makes me believe that I live in a real world,
Today I am sick of crying and tired of trying,
The feeling that makes me believe that I am dying everyday.
So today is a new year, an year which will promise laughter
and then will quickly slide into an ocean of sadness.
So today is a new year, an year which has 365 blank pages
and I only hope there are more pages of smile and happiness..