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Sympathy

I watch the glucose drip like water
I hear the fainted chatter around
I can feel my mum’s hand on mine
I can hear my father’s ringtone sound

They want to know who did this to me
They are breathing flames like they should be
And all I can think about is the fact that
How further to the edge you pushed me

This tragedy brought me unbearable pain
I threw my self-respect down the gutter
It’s crazy what big promises you used to make
But turned me down without a stutter

They tell me to get rid of every hint of you
While I think of ways to deliver you the notes
That’s the kind of love I had for you
That’s the kind of love you lost

Even people who hated me came forward for sympathy
Kept a check on me like I was one of their own
And it’s funny how everyone cares about me
Everyone except the one I thought was my home.

My Apartment

I wake up to the noise of my neighbors’ pet

My pillow soaked up with my regrets

I look at the timeless clock on the wall

Another day of getting up another day to fall.

I dress myself up in the darkest silk

Fill up a glass of toned milk

I am not ready but I can’t be more

With my hands all shivery and eyes so sore.

I lock my door and step outside

I wave my hand to get a ride

But all I get are judging eyes

Sympathetic smiles and dreadful cries.

I finally get myself a taxi

Make myself comfortable in the backseat

But the driver keeps looking at me through the mirror

As if my face spells out terror.

I look at the sky and the building of my work place

The janitor looks at me and makes a face

And my nightmare starts all over

As I see the boss’s son climb out from his rover.

He doesn’t dare pay me a bare glance

I knew to myself I lost my chance

Of all the lessons I am yet to learn

The biggest is taught by the acid burn.

I walk right inside and a woman gasped

She says, “Oh Dear!” with her hands clasped

Only if you could hear my mind growl

Not only my heart, she broke my soul.

With a heavy heart I walk the stairs

People were staring but come on, who cares?

I put my bag across my seat

When I feel the land slip beneath my feet.

There you are, everyone’s prince charming

Your reaction to the incident is quite alarming

He wrecked my life and you wrecked my heart

Silly me, I thought I finally had a good start.

I swear I was walking down the road

With all the stress and all the work load

He came out of nowhere and held my hand

The minute I looked back I lost command.

He threw the whole bottle right at me

It didn’t take me long to fall to my knees

His job was done and he fled away

I think that’s all I remember from that day.

It took me a whole year to be able to come back

And seems like it was enough time for you to sack

All your promises you made out of love

But sadly, I am no more your little dove.

I squeeze my heart and gulp that feeling

My psychiatrist said that’s the only way of healing.

I think I understand, after all you are the boss’s pride

And a guy so handsome needs a fancy bride

It burns worse than the acid, but I’ll let you go

You no more belong to me, I know.

I pack my things and move outside

A child looked at me and started crying

And without second thought I knew it was time

My life was no more worth a dime.

I rushed straight to home and opened the cupboard

I looked in the mirror and in disgust I was covered

I hesitated for a second but took the pill

My dead body lays rotten in my apartment still.

I Remember

She sounds so down lately,

As if her voice box gave up on her;

But I remember how she used to laugh,

And how her eyes went all small when she did.

She looks so pale and gray lately,

Like she hasn’t been fed in so long;

But I remember her all red and glowing,

And how jaw-droppingly gorgeous she was.

She is seen in the streets so less lately,

That her neighbors thought she wasn’t home;

 But I remember her riding through the streets,

And that silly bell of her bicycle.

She seems so silent lately,

That she doesn’t even bother to explain herself anymore;

But I remember what a fighter she was,

And how none could ever defeat her in a round of debate.

She talks a lot about death lately,

That it gives me chills through my skin;

But I remember how optimistic she used to be,

Her death would be a beautiful waste of talent.