I sit in the dark, where I fear no love,
as I’ve been there many times before.
Crying about happiness unpossessed,
and the tears flowing upon the pillow I changed the cover of!
My curtains inhaled my agony, showing wisdom from beside,
Who said in my vacant room there exists no light?
Sometimes, I sit with myself, in the darkness to see everything precisely,
I know self-realisation is the key to be treated nicely.
By your own self, revealing your vulnerability to yourself,
There prevails no one to know your discomfort.