All the world is a stage
And all the men and women are mere players
We all have our goings out and our coming ins
What do I say
What do I tell myself to make it better
I hurt
I hurt
I hurt
And life goes on…
I could have given you words
I could have given you emotion
I could have reached in and pulled out my tattered heart
And shown you old wounds still oozing
And how I bleed now
I could have shown you feeling
Diaries full of tear stained pages
Of days when I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe
Cold he says
Stone cold
How easy he forgets
How little he knew
Instead I gave him strength and I used wisdom
He mustered anger as I do now
He wanted me to hurt as much as he did
Mission accomplished
And life goes on…
Now I am left with memories I do not want
And an analyses of things that leaves me wasted
Should I complain
Scream, rant and rave
My trees fall in the forest
His happiness was something I sought
So let him have it in the arms of another
One day lord, give me arms that will hold me tight
And make me happy again
And let none of us hurt this way again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This terrible pain can rise to beautiful poetry, and you'll heal, Nisha.