In my heartbeat exists the pain of you.
Every drop of my blood boils, true.
When it starts to bleed inside in excess,
Hurting every inch of my flesh, it’s a mess.
You stole my most precious days,
Now I’m lost in an everlasting maze.
You have put me in a fool's paradise,
Where all my dreams, one by one, dies.
Sometimes the pain is so deep
That tears can’t wash the wounds I keep
My heart is tired of its tears,
Soaked my soul as in everlasting fire.
Created void and deep silence within,
The struggles I faced will always remain.
All my emotions are filled with wounds,
Invisible for people, all around us.
Your long-lasting impact has left a mark,
A reminder of true love that turned dark.
These wounds are real, as real as can be,
In a heart that has learned to stay with agony.
This heart has faced too much pain,
Facing storms again and again.
Where others might stumble or fall,
I stand strong, bearing it all.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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