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You're no longer the person I knew
Or the person I fell in love with
It breaks my heart to think that when the love between us ended
That was the last time I'd ever know you again
The moment it stopped you became a stranger
But worse than that, you were a monster
I was beyond close and intimate with you
We were walking side by side through life
Only for you to dump me
Nothing more than trash is how you treated me
And I hate what you became, the words you said to me
I fully hate who I am now and regret so much of my life
I lost my best friend
And I miss them
But they're dead and can never come back
**** do I miss them
What's wrong with me?
I just need someone to tell me it's going to be okay
Because my words are meaningless to myself
I just need someone else
I hope you never read this...I just need a new best friend.  But I can't even figure that out because I'm so ****** up.  I'm alone and want to die.  And everyone else is better than a piece of trash like me.  There will always be someone else more important.  Even in friendships.  I'm not special.  I'm not worth anyone's time.  My words are meaningless.  There's no point.
 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
CLARYT
Like a being frantically tapping away,
I want to hit the back button,
Bring back the day,
The day all seemed so fine,
Before i typed out the impending doom.....
(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2018
If only life had a "do over" button..... A work of fiction
Can you tell me
please
which way now is home
I used to know, my dear
The way was clear
There was no fear

Tying my walking shoes
I knew I needed to get clear of here
thought I'd find
all that was dear

The road though, it is narrow
The cliff it is shear
My balance is
woozy

Can you tell me my dear

which way is home
which way do I go from here,
I think I oughta know
But the hills they are wavering
The ocean is in turmoil
The mountains are slick
far too dangerous

The desert has no mercy

I know something and with this knowledge
I think I must be cursed
I think I have it
Peace & Home
goes and comes
and comes and goes.
one day i realised that

sometimes your love is useless
the emotions are meaningless
the words are all that matter
hence choose them better
 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
Iska
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Can you hear it?
This sweet and sorrowful serenade?
This melody of melancholy.






Of course you can’t,
How selfishly presumptuous of me.
To assume you see the solitude I see
Day after day
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