1d
Reality is cruel.
Fate is cruel.
You were cruel.
And me—
I’m no better.
Maybe I’m just…
Empty.
Not even lonely.
Just hollow. Void. Unmoving.
Unreal.
And now— I’m alone.
So alone.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know who I am.
I am clueless. I am lost.
"Help me."
"Miss me."
"Love me."
"And Tell me—why?"
Maybe one day—
I’ll begin to fill myself.
Because in the end,
no one else will do it.
No one else ever would.
But for now…
I’m just—
empty.
— The End —
© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
Fate is cruel.
You were cruel.
And me—
I’m no better.
Maybe I’m just…
Empty.
Not even lonely.
Just hollow. Void. Unmoving.
Unreal.
And now— I’m alone.
So alone.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know who I am.
I am clueless. I am lost.
"Help me."
"Miss me."
"Love me."
"And Tell me—why?"
Maybe one day—
I’ll begin to fill myself.
Because in the end,
no one else will do it.
No one else ever would.
But for now…
I’m just—
empty.
— The End —
© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
“Some loves end quietly. Others echo forever.”
It is not a cry for attention, but a whispered acknowledgment of being stripped of feeling. A poem about heartbreak, abandonment, and the quiet ruin that follows. It’s not just about losing someone—it’s about losing yourself.
It is not a cry for attention, but a whispered acknowledgment of being stripped of feeling. A poem about heartbreak, abandonment, and the quiet ruin that follows. It’s not just about losing someone—it’s about losing yourself.
