Dear Old Me

 

I'm happy that you've gone for the best,

For I know your delicate heart would 

Have cracked under the cruel test.

The untamed heart made of Gold,

The untouched and pure soul

Would've never been able to survive,

And wished every moment to die

Instead of being alive.

For now it's only the shrill scream of frustration,

That rings in my ears

And the uncontrolled agony, 

That leads me to tears. 

That delightful laughter

Doesn't come to me anymore,

For there lies a heart inside me

that is still a bit tender and sore.

The mental abuse won't allow it to heal,

And the wounds on my soul

Forbid me to feel. 

As the happy bubble you lived in

Before it popped,

All the happiness coming towards you

Just stopped.

Though it was gradual but

You started receding,

For you weak heart couldn't bear the beating. 

And it was your departure that

Gave way to the arrival of new me,

To face all the demons the world 

Was unleashing free.