VOLUNTARY PAIN

Why do we leave our nights wide open­­?

Where ghosts of our past and regrets come crawling and creeping in through the back door to disrupt the beautiful bright colors of our day

Why do we let the shadows of our mistakes blend in to dilute the juice of our happiness?

Leaving us with an awful concoction

Why do we screenshot flashback of our hurts and store them in the gallery of our memories?

When we have the choice to utterly format our sorrow stained minds and start afresh

Sometimes pain is a voluntary action

We trigger our eyes to tears with bullets of soberness

Joy and pain are two choices

Life is too short to live in a room of lamentations

So clear your slate

Flip the page and begin again

But this time,

Make happiness your antivirus

Because the malwares of pain will surely erupt again

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