I was sitting alone in an alley
dead, but still waiting for death.
Then I see some sad eyes
I see him passing by
with a droopy look on his face.
My heart hurts like hell
it stung, bruised, wounded, tore and came back.
He once was a cheery boy
too pure for mortal eyes.
but now look at him, so sick
and stabbed with lies.
"Will he notice me now?"
my heart longed for an answer
but my mind went blank,
quite like an empty hall
it just said, "Not at all"
My heart sunk deep
I knew it was true, but I was curious too.
I asked again, "Will he ever see me?"
The air was eerie, making me uneasy.
My mind just repeated, "Not at all"
I knew I couldn't take it but I just believed it.
"Will he ever forgive me?"
the question came out, it couldn't stay in
"Will I stop regretting?"
I let those thoughts fill me up;
the voice took a halt, and said just
"Not at all"
"Will he ever come back?"
like an echo it just said- "Not at all"
I knew it's meaning, because efforts
and love was everything I lack-ed.
"Will I ever forget him?"
as if my mind was stuck with the word,
it said"Not at all"
my soul had left, my body was sore
I screamed so hard but no one answered
my call.
After what I did to him
I did not deserve to live
but I had become so stubborn
that no poison would work.
No rope would choke me,
no fall hurt
and no blade would cut.
All this pain and suffering;
maybe I deserve it.
I am sitting alone in an alley
dead; but still waiting for death.
(And those sad eyes just
drive me more mad.)
A/N:THNX FOR READING.
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
