I said I would only write when I'm hurt,
And here I am writing again,
But this time the pain runs deep,
And I can't pretend.
I hate to feel this way,
To be so lost and alone,
I always thought I had it all together,
But now I realize I've never truly shone.
......
I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024
Exactly 100 days before you decide to leave me,
I'm not complaining, I'm happy that you choose to set yourself free.
A new chapter without me, a new beginning in your life,
But the sharp pain in my heart cuts like a knife.
I remember the times when I'd get lost in your eyes,
And the feeling of being by your side, my heart flies.
Even from a distance, I could feel your emotions so deep,
As if they were mine too, a connection we keep.
......
Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.
......
Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
......
Every morning, I leave no trace,
And you'd never see past the smile on my face.
You might have asked, and I might have lied,
Truthfully, these are the marks of an angel longing her return to the sky.
Every evening, I argue with the mirror,
Wondering if I should shower right after dinner.
The glass of water in my room becomes all too tempting,
And now I'm caught in a vicious cycle, addicted to feeling empty.
......
I tell jokes, but I tell them slant.
Laughter sheds light on the darkness of my candor.
Amusement frees the weight off of my afflictions.
Smiles accompany the loneliness of my sincerity.
I tell the truth, but I tell it slant.
Friday 5 July 2024
Exactly 100 days before you decide to leave me,
I'm not complaining, I'm happy that you choose to set yourself free.
A new chapter without me, a new beginning in your life,
But the sharp pain in my heart cuts like a knife.
I remember the times when I'd get lost in your eyes,
And the feeling of being by your side, my heart flies.
Even from a distance, I could feel your emotions so deep,
As if they were mine too, a connection we keep.
......
I said I would only write when I'm hurt,
And here I am writing again,
But this time the pain runs deep,
And I can't pretend.
I hate to feel this way,
To be so lost and alone,
I always thought I had it all together,
But now I realize I've never truly shone.
......
My heart, breaks each day
No one knows, they don't have to know
But it breaks each time I think about it
Some days I feel like a failure
Though I always make myself seem like a champion
Some days I feel like the ugliest girl
Though I would always self praise when I'm around others
I would overwork and stress myself out
Fall sick, health deteriorating
......