The broken heart

You clipped your eyes towards my feelings
So now entirely I believe in healing
Waiting should not be my cup of tea
For, you don't give a f*ck about me

But I wonder what do people do?
When they lose their conscience
When they have weak resilience
When things don't go as they expect
When there's nothing but to regret

But I'm amidst  transition
Where reality hurts nd better are fictions
I gotta be dealing the hostile intentions
But I'm more into my solitudinous

Right now, Irony is my taste
Overthinking is mental waste
But the thing I can praise
Is the way I madly chased!