Not a sad poem.

I don't want this to be another 

Of my sad poems but, 

Every time I look at someone

I see a broken being

Shattered in some more ways 

Than we'll ever know, 

The faces we've never seen

Never heard stories of 

Constant defeat. 

Fragmented, 

Is all I feel. 

I think of all those sleepless nights

Cold fingers, 

Longing for someone's touch. 

I think of the day when I felt alive

And the day someone left me.

I think of how helpless one feels

On cold beds at midnight or

In a lonely crowded street. 

I don't want this to be another

Of my sad poems but, 

Every time I think of life

I think of death. 

How every time somebody leaves us

A part of us leaves us too, 

How whenever someone mentions love

I think of myself

Falling inside a black hole. 

How the hole rises

To engulf me completely, 

A strong gush of wind 

Causing me bone cramps, 

Of my body, trying to hold onto anything solid

Anything less painful. 

I think of, 

How whenever someone mentions heartbreak

I think about, how I never reach 

The end of the black hole, 

Of, how desperately I want to hear a thud, 

How badly I want the darkness to end. 

I don't want this to be another 

Of my sad poems but, 

Every time I think of you, I think, 

If someday someone loves me

I'll have nothing to offer. 

My bones will break

My chest would burst

I won't cry 

But my eyes will bleed. 

I think, 

If someday, I erase my existence, 

Your existence won't even flicker because of it. 

I don't want this to be another

Of my sad poems but, 

I guess misery is what I've left with me now.