Questions and Heartbreak

I wonder, how many times it might have been
To be cried without being seen
A thirst quenched yet
A tear let out, subtle
Somewhere it may seem

Like we were meant to be
Why does it have to end then?
Why does it have to hurt?
Have I chose this life on purpose?
Or have the I chose to simply exist on surface?
With questions just as many
Would the limited answers suffice?
Will this be another heartbreak?
Or will we survive?

It was only until for a while,
A couple of hours of togetherness,
Expectations weighed heavier on one end,
And everything began to fail
The questions were answered in a matter of hours
Scared from love, he devoured
The answer was Goodbye, an easy way out
There lies another heartbreak
And days of left out.



Have you found me special
Have you found me nice
How about my hair, do you think it’s nice?
What about my eyes, do you think they shine?
I am killing a part of me with every passing second
I feel numb every time you stare
I know I am nothing what you desire
But I can’t save myself from this self proclaimed warfare
I seek revelation from the enemies
I give nothing to the ones I love
And loneliness seeks redemption from me
Resurrection and untouched scars they spur
How about now, have you found me special
Do you think I’m nice
Do you like my morality
Or should I cease my existence’s for all times

-Nishtha Pandey