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I don't know how to love you,
But I've tried, so hard,
Everyone in my building knows,
Out there in the streets,
And in the roads and tides,
Heaven and hell,
They all know I've tried;
we say those words,
not once nor twice,
𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,
as if they would fix anything,
𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩,
as if they would hold things,
but they won't,
how could they,
words aren't magic,
and those special ones for sure,
𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,
are not so special anymore.
It’s cold. It’s always cold. It’s not that simple cold that you feel on a winter’s day or the shiver when you drink a cold drink. It’s something hollow and empty. Like something's missing and it aches. It’s a soul deep cold and tiredness that you just can’t shake. Some of the time it’s just a small twinge, but some of the time it’s all consuming. It’s painful even. You feel like there’s a hole in your chest and you don’t know why. It isn’t like heartbreak, where the wound would eventually heal. There is nothing to heal from. It’s irrational, contradicting, and all the time you just feel this terrible terrible void that ***** in everything and anything,  leaving you a shell of your former self.

People only check your smiles, never your eyes, so it’s easy to deceive them. It’s easy to paint a smile on your face and laugh like nothing’s wrong. You’re too afraid  to ask for help because you know they would always just laugh at your face and said, “It’s your choice to stay sad, just cheer up!”, and you just laugh and shake your head like nothing’s wrong because they don’t understand and there’s nothing you can do. Say “I’m okay” to those who ask when in truth your screaming in your head for them to notice that somethings wrong because your at the end of your rope and god it hurts, and say “No, your not.” But it never happens, because they always try to avoid the painful truth, and then your left alone again, to fall, and fall, and fall.
pradipsingh Mar 24
Music and you are the same
Sometimes it heals
Sometimes it hurts
Sameer Omles Mar 22
We are someone,
WHo knows expectations hurts
But we still expect something from someone...
We know what hurts us,
And still we get hurt...

Dawn Treader Mar 5
Forgive me
I am on the mend
My vagus nerve
Seemingly cut
Has made it difficult
For me to breathe
The blow was sudden
The pain severe
What's the consequence
Of a severed nerve?
One of such importance?
An irregular heartbeat,
Unbridled anxiety,
Laborious speaking,
An ambush attack.
The day before
I was loved
And now I am not
I feel like I have failed in many aspects of my life, especially when it comes to keeping a relationship together.
Aŧül Jan 1
When I was loved,
When I was wanted,
When I was treasured...

Now a decade after a great accident,
New memories fail to form for long,
And the past refuses to be forgotten...
My HP Poem #1903
©Atul Kaushal
Tim Roo Kie Nov 2020
People come into our lives and go...
Each person has a role to play,
Rather it is a strong link or weak..

Like a tree, the leaves began to fall...
Wilted and dies but its purpose is fulfilled,
To become manure to feed the new growth

Some people drifts away like driftwoods
Making known no imprints in your life
Gone with no importance
Without showing any memory of their visit,

Some people are there to be Hinderers
Or perhaps, for gains
To improve our patience and stability,
The stronger stays put as your friend
No matter how spiral the situation might be,

Nothing can crack the bond you have built
Through by God, the friendship will not falter
But grows to a perfect perfection,
It holds together through life problems

Head on with memories lasting a lifetime
The weaker will dissipates like the dry winds

Scatter whichever way the wind blows
Neither here, neither there
Just a weak link totally without trust
Neither here, neither there
Scattering in the wind

But one thing I know for sure is,
People come, people go,

What we had was such a long time ago.
You hurt me with your creed,
All you were worried about was your greed.
Once again for my heart you apply,
But saying I love you this time would be a lie.

You've made everything complicated for me,
Why can't you just let me breathe?
So just let this go, let it go,

Because this time I'll have to tell you "Hell Nah"
I locked up my heart and threw away the key,
I'll never let it go, I'll keep it forever like it's my abductee.

People come, people die,
Saying "I Miss You" this time would be a pretty ******* lie.
So I just wanted you to know that I'm leaving.

It might not be now...
Not tonight...
Not tomorrow or the day after...
But someday...
It'd be unpredictably someday...
And never you dare to say you "Missed Me" while I'm gone.
This piece is for those who have been hurt and feels like giving up. I was once toiled, but I kept on striving till I prevailed.
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