"You've to come", they said.
"I don't want to", you never said.
Each one has its own story. A story no one tells.
You fear that if you tell the story, you'll no longer have a story to write.
A story that you don't want to write but is written for you, not by you!
Few pleasantaries and the clock keeps ticking.
With every hour you seem more fazed and out of place
You go out and enjoy, well you think you do but the night has a different way to get things out of you.
And when you're alone at the end of the night, you realise that you needed a break, but in reality something just broke you!