Friday, 15 March 2013

Losing me

That day will come when i'll go away.
And i know no one will ask me to stay.
I want to go far from here.
I cant stand being unwanted.
Being rejected is what i fear.
I've always wanted love and care.
But i get those opportunities very rare.
That day will come when i'll leave everything behind.
I'll break all relations.
And the best part would be,
No one would mind.
i too have a story that i'll never tell.
In which, each step i took,
I always fell.
That day will come when you'll feel my absence.
Only if i fly away,
Not wanting to stay.
I will.
I might.
I'll kill,
Myself.
To make you see,
What you've lost.
By losing me.

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