[Khamoshi]

He who finds a friend, finds a treasure.
He who forces the friendship to fail should go to hell.
Mistreatment leads to hatred
Hatred boils inside the mind
And leaves the person dead.
Think back.
All the times you negatively spoke to me
Harassed and provoked
Scorned, criticised, put down and ignored.
These words of hostility and cruelty
have forced a river of pain to run
through my once flourishing mountains
The mountains now left bare and broken.
Your tongue is sharp
And it rips my flesh open.
The gaping wound bleeds freely
Yet the pain gets trapped blindly inside my frail heart
The time you next tease me i will die.
Don't you wish you'd stayed your tongue?
My soul now torn apart
As you've mocked and abused me for the last time.
Don't you wish that guilty clot in your black heart would ease?
That the hurting would cease
And that your brutality would diminish?
For although you alone are the one who made me go away,
I see you needed to feel high inside,
By forcing me down you shined inside.
But now you miss me.
Deep down in the lonely depths of your bitter conscience,
You miss the thing you took advantage of most.
That ugly thing you took for granted.
My healthy loving spirit is no more.
I'm a shell, a hole,
Nothing but smoke in the white wispy clouds of happiness.

I am gone.

Anonymous