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I know I'm not pretty,
I don't want your pity.
I know I'm not hot,
I know I don't mean a lot.

I know I'm not masculine,
Do I need discipline?
I know people say they care but do they?
I don't believe a word they say.

I know I should be happy,
I should be grateful for what I have.
I shouldn't feel sappy,
I should act brave.

Would the world care if I died?
Or would they think I went to hide?
Would they care if I wasn't here tomorrow?
Would they feel even an ounce of sorrow?

None of my friends get it;
They all think I'm throwing a fit.
They don't know what its like to feel replaceable,
I don't feel embraceable.

I wish they understood.
I wish I could talk about it with the people I care about,
But they make me feel more misunderstood.
They ignore how my mind constantly fills with doubt.

What do I do?
I don't have a single clue,
A single match in this never ending darkness,
Please give me a harness.
SF Jul 27
Sé que si te veo,
vos me mirarías feo,
y me preguntarías:
¿Así de mierda me volví?

Yo te diría sí,
y lo siento mucho por ser así.
Está bien si me odias,
yo también me odio.

No pude cumplir tus sueños,
y ahora me he vuelto
una simple máquina
que solo reacciona
a lo que le sucede.

Pero dejó de pensar
en su bienestar
y en los lazos que tiene.

Le dio igual sus amistades,
y se quedó solo
pensando en lo académico.

Lo siento.

No soy la persona
que tú querías que fuera.
Me mirarías
y solo golpearías mi cabeza,
y sé que,
aunque estés pequeña,
tratarías de matarme.

Matar a un adolescente
que su alma está muerta,
y solo se volvió
un cadáver andante.
Arna Jul 17
A broken vase can never be fixed even glued.
A torn page can never cover it's despatched appearance.
Rifted paths can never passby again.
Past that happened can never be changed.
Occured loss can never be recovered.
Likewise,hurting others with words or actions can never be healed with a mere sorry.
Some things, once broken, can never return to what they were — including hearts.
abyss Jun 30
I burn
and I burn
and burn.
Everyone loves it
when I burn for them.
They enjoy the warmth I give.
I burn and I burn,
yet no one burns for me.

Why keep burning then?
The answer is simple:
I don’t know how else to love.
I burn and I burn
until I can’t
anymore.
Some people love gently. I only know how to set myself on fire.
Immortality Jun 13
I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.

I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren

Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
It’s that moment when giving up feels easier, everything is against you;
but you can’t, because giving up just isn’t you.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
She’s married now.
Six months gone,
And I’m still here
Talking to ghosts in my head.

We had plans,
Wild ones—
Run away, burn maps,
Name stars after each other.

And we did it.
We ******* did it.
Left everything behind like smoke trails.

But then she wept.
Worried about her parents—
Would they hurt themselves
If we disappeared for love?

She called her dad.
He cried.
That old man broke her
More than I ever could.

And I knew.
I knew I was losing her
The moment she said,
“Maybe we should go back.”

I took her home.
Even though it was killing me.
Even though everything inside me
Was screaming no.

Then came her wedding.
I begged her not to.
I cried like a boy.
But she didn’t move.

She said nothing.
She got dressed.
She walked into a future
That didn’t have me in it.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
A love once fierce, now a memory I keep walking beside—even when she chose a road without me.
ash May 24
there’s something akin to nuts and bolts in my heart, i think.
sometimes i wonder if it’s made out of stone,
or if it’s a machine.

feelings are messy —
and even though the world gave them names,
i can’t match the descriptions,
so i just rename.

something within sometimes pinches too hard.
i’m left wincing,
rubbing at my chest
as if it’ll soothe my past.

i intend to move on — that, i do —
but i can’t put it into words,
can’t explain why i am just because.

"i wasn’t always like this" —
but this?
i don’t know which version of me i speak of.

i’m worried.
deathly worried, more so.
but i just want to keep existing,
’cause —

what if there’s someone out there
willing to oil up these corkscrews in my brain,
have it speak to my heart,
make it make me speak —
and spell it all out?

i intend to find a love.
a mate.
’cause if i was born with something that intends to hurt,
i can’t believe
i was born without someone
who intends to heal
and aid.
like the cinnamon girl by lana del rey
Adnan Shabbir May 23
Kya pareshaniyan hai yeh intezaar,
Na Khabar, na paigham, na iblagh

What distress this waiting is?
No news, no message, no communication

Aate jaate hain duniya waalon magar,
sakht sozish rehta hai seene mein, yeh intezaar

People come and go in the world,
But a sharp pain remains in my chest, this waiting

Ache aqwaal karte hai bekhauf se,
Lekhin ghari tik tik karta hai, yeh intezaar

They speak words of comfort fearlessly,
But time ticks away slowly, this waiting

Mahine beet gaye mausam guzarte, kya barqarar?
Aatish-e-rut mahol dil mein, yeh intezaar

Months have passed, seasons have changed, what remains?
The fire of longing in my heart, this waiting

Ab yeh jazb aur zakham-e-rooh kya faida?
Shukriya kehta Nacheez, yeh intezaar

Now (after all of this), is there any benefit to this intense passion and spiritual wound?
Nacheez says thank you, in this waiting
Cadmus May 6
We stopped when blame grew silent,

and words turned into shards

each step toward each other

cut deeper than the last.
Some loves don’t end in thunder… just the soft, unbearable sound of two hearts stepping away to avoid the splinters.
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