When did the nightmare become real?
When did the hell become true?
When did once or twice turn into second nature?
Why did I even start?
Why can't I just stop?
Why can't everything go back to how it once was?
It became real when I let it
It became hell if I cave in
It turned into second nature when it became once or twice a day
I hated what I saw in the mirror
Maybe I'm in more deep then I thought
Going back to how it once was would mean I'd weigh more
And I couldn't live with that
hmmm like it very much... inspiring a lot...it's very sweet and professionally done this poem with deep idea... yeah I am not wrong if I again say it that you are good poet with new subjects to express... sharing it if you will also like my expression of love based peace thoughts also( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with.... afzal shauq ) I am sure my this famous say will be satisfying your every worry about the humanity and social life and even friendship...yeah is the only answer to your questions raising in your mind about the happiest collective life.... yeah... we belong to same family of Adam...and we are true cousins..good friend...go on and on...