The one for whom you cared,
Push you away from their stairs.
Hurt you knowingly of the aspects you minded,
All the sadness together winded.
In the verge, it’s a mislaying of compassion.
I feel deniable of the fact that I’ve been damaged too,
from a soul who has given me all the beautiful desire,
To prevail there, where he’s burning in fire.
In the agony, it all went in vain,
All I’m bearing now is utmost miserable pain.
I lack pleasure in being the one loved,
I was in grief as wasn’t his worth.
Breaking me into pieces I couldn’t recollect,
Misplaced in the sky all black.