Surabhi Singh

Sometimes,
I sit.
And think.
And wonder.
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Sometimes I sit here
Can't move, think
Can barely breathe
Waiting
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I stand in silence,
Tears cascading down my face
As my hands clutch for a semblance of you
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Pick yourself up when you fall,
When all or nothing gives you nothing at all,
Or something precious turns out to be a game,
Leaving you with your head hanging in shame
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Voices
In my head
To demean, break, hate
Wasn't always this way
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Did you know?
I always wanted to be you.
Every day
Trying to mimic your actions
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You own half of me.
You always have, you always will.
The half willing to share,
To give,
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I regret
Trusting you
Giving you a piece of me
That I'd never get back
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There is a pain
That knows no bodily sensation
Leaves no visible mark
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