They tell me to think about my future,
I ignore,
They again tell me to think about it,
I again ignore it,
They say it again and again,
I ignore it again and again.

I can never understand why?
Why are they so bothered about me?
I have heard we come into the world alone,
We leave the world alone,
Why do they care about us then?

Just as I sit alone I reflect back on the past,
I think about all that I've been through,
I realise it wasn't really worth it,
I loved her with every bit of me,
Having no ego to text her first,
To listen to all her  complains,
To bare with her mood swings,
But what do I get?

A heart which has been crushed to the last of its peices.
A girl who was once a poem which I couldn't recite,
And my life a story I always wanted to make a best seller.