Days pass and months pass by, Acting strong, fighting well but emotions so dry.
Dexter are you OK? Asked a friend and he nodded with a smirk but his heart cried.
Going back home after meeting couple of friends he kept asking questions, trying to find a reason why?
That night was troublesome but he had a hope to someday see the brighter side.
Lying on his bed contemplating and rethinking. planning and motivating himself but felt as-if something inside him died.
straightening up his back he said “to hell with it” and to all the negativity he chides.