Some things will die with me,
The world will never know,
The cross that I bear,
The pain that I rear,
I cover it under the garb of silence
Some times I wonder,
How many are there like me,
Who silently suffer?
You were playing a game,
And I was naïve,
I was in the company of vice,
But then I did not realize
Until the truth came out,
By then it was too late
Who to blame?
None,
It was you
My bloody heart!
The journey was hard,
From heart to hurt to hatred,
From being strangers to becoming friends to turning foes,
Few lessons I learned,
Few resolutions I made,
Some scars remain unhealed,
I guess,
Death will liberate me,
From all these voices inside me,
While I let you go,
And let go myself!
Strange I feel about human psyche,
This bloody heart still yearns,
For those who don't care
Write verses on
Those who like shadows,
Remained when the sun shone,
And disappeared when it got dark
In prosperity,
There were many to talk,
In adversity,
There are any to walk
My bloody heart,
Feels like grabbing
And tossing you out!
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