When the body begins
To be swallowed by the dark abyss;
And the mind ends up
Being conquered by the beasts
Of the past which claw
Their way to the heart
That strikes like a dart.
It starts
To bleed like flowing tears.
Similar to what my eyes fear
They couldn’t stop.
Don’t blame me when
The odds made me give up.
(For I am tired.)
-fin-
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no one realises
how powerful it is
until he or she
feels,
experiences,
or loses it.
it can either
make or break you,
that’s what love does.
strengthen
or shatter
one’s own heart.
but there are
indeed times like this,
where love could turn
one
into
a writer.
there are others,
many others out there:
they tend to turn
passion
into
prose.
there are others,
many others like me:
they tend to turn
pain
into
poetry.
-fin-
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I used to think you were the ying to my yang.
We were the Jekyll and Hyde; Tweedledee, Tweedledum.
But where were you? When I was on the brink, at the worst—
I was at the rock bottom down on my knees
saying, ‘please, please somebody out there be a dear, be a friend.’
I lent my shoulder for you to cry on, my hanky is for your tears.
When you need somebody to listen to you, we both know I’m all ears.
I would totally cross the ocean for you; but you couldn’t even jump a puddle for me.
As it is my time for a friend, I couldn’t help but think.
I know that friendship should be unconditional—
but damn, it is so hard to just give and give until my all is none.
My all is given, my all has been taken for granted, my all is gone.
Call me selfish, call me a hypocrite.
But I’m out of here; I’m so done.
-fin-
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‘i’m fine’
truth is that it’s
all in my mind.
but this internal battle
with myself is
killing me inside.
‘save me’
from the depths
of my toxic thoughts;
because now
i know this is what
dying feels like.
-fin-
(featured image courtesy: me. check out the photo from two different angles)
28/01/2016
