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For thousands like her


If what I wear

Matters the most then,

let my charming soul 

be alone ......

             She said this, I heard her but ignored it

Now, she lies beside 

questioning why would she lie

she knew 

I’m going to hate it

or more specifically myself 

when

she’d die

 

And now I realise what those words meant

well, it’s too late

and now the girl’s dead

 

from now on , I’m going to kill myself slowly

under the mountain of guilt until the world ends

not yours but mine

 

I’ll think I could’ve saved you

I’d stare at the sky asking you to come back

but we both know it’s too dark to return

 

‘I’ll get a chance’ I’ll say to myself 

to go back in time and tell you that

I’m there for you

 

But Alas! Time does not permit

I guess I’ll have to wait

dying a little every moment 

yearning death

so that, I can meet you

look into your eyes and tell you

’I love you and I can’t let you go’

 

I know if live long enough

I’ll let you go and move on from thoughts that

include you

but I’m afraid that when I do so

I’ll start accepting a world without you

which is scary

even when I think about it 

 

overcoming these fears

I know it will be hard

people say that I’ll eventually find my path

 

I am not a brave soul

 Not like you 

I can’t let my spirit kindle with death’s due

 

Years after your untimely demise 

After, time has healed me with it’s magical vibe

I feel like a man emerging like a sun which

Rised after the dull 

 

And today I can say with hope and life inside that

I respect that the choice was yours to

give away your life

still having a little guilt after the ride

which I assume I deserve to live with I say

that yesterday I didn’t save you from what lied ahead at that time

 

well, these thoughts they still confuse me.

there is only one thing that I can say headstrong that

don’t worry about me I’ll bring myself no harm 

I’ve accepted and I’ll let you know 

don’t be sorry 

‘I love you and I let you go’

 

 

 

 

 

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