If one day,
By any chance
You miss me,
I'm sorry I won't be there anymore.
If one day
You need a shoulder to cry on,
Someone to wipe your tears off,
I'm sorry I won't be there anymore.
If one day
You need someone to hear to you,
Someone to know how tired you are,
I'm sorry I won't be there anymore.
If one day
You want to tell how devastated,
How broken or messed up you are,
There won't be me anymore.
If one day
You want to throw tantrums,
Get pampered and kissed and hugged,
There won't be my heart and arms.
If one day
You need someone to take a day off,
Not be busy for you,
There won't be me anymore.
All these years
I missed people, none missed me.
I cried all alone at the blacked phone's screen.
None heard me, no one talked to me.
When I was devastated, people broke me.
I never got the chance to throw tantrums,
Never was I pampered.
No one was ever free for me,
None left their work aside to spend time with me.
And one day,
I'll be long gone;
Away from all these sufferings.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
