Chanting of a broken heart
Be prayerful, they
told me
Be strong they told
me
Be courageous they
said..
Kindness doesn’t
hurt, that’s what I was brought up with
A lot have been said
to me in my life journey,
“There is always
light at the end of the tunnel”
I have been a “good”
person,
But like they say
“Life is not always what you want it to be like”
I gave love to people
who never even deserved my Hello
I crossed oceans for
people who couldn’t even cross a pond for me
Time wasted on
useless people is myriad and can never be returned back
A lot went to waste,
feelings, material, thoughts to mention but a few
There came a time
when I felt it was pointless to live
Many saw me as a
happy person
But deep inside my
heart, I was in pain
I prayed for earth to
swallow me alive
I provided emotional
help to people when I was at my zeros of losing it
Maybe because only my
pillow knew my sorrows
Never tasted the
perfect life I imagined; from my teen ages
I yearned and hoped
for miracles overnight
Does anyone noticed, that it’s mostly the one that are closest to us that shred us into pieces?
Does life have to be
always difficult first before you can enjoy a “good” one?
If they say life is
about what’s in your mind,
Why would I have a
mind that thinks of a better, good and hopeful future but gets the opposite?
Life for me, a
roller-coaster
