the phone rung and i answered
i could hear your voice of rebuke on the other side
more like a voice of torment
you cleared your throat and spoke
'i have heard what you have done to yourself', you said
maybe you meant well, but that i will never know
all i know is you made me feel small and little
you made me feel worthless and useless
that night i hated myself, i couldn't stand being me
that night i parted ways with my fighting spirit
that night you buried a part of me
that night i died
my pillow was soaked with tears
i could feel myself drowning in all that pain
my heart was broken so bad, i could feel my body aching and crying out in pain
for two whole hours you rode me and ground me down with your words
i believed you,
i believed everything you said about me
my heart was breaking so loudly
you made me feel little, insignificant and alone
had hoped you would hear me out
or even pretend to listen atleast
you broke my heart much more than he did
when i needed you the most to be my sister,
you called to lecture me,
when you said good bye that night,
you said good bye to a whole lot more than just me
because that night, i died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really hurts to be deceived by another