Whenever I see my friend sobbing,
I feel that it should have been me.
Whenever I see anyone upset,
I feel that it should have been me.
Whenever I see a person suffering,
I feel that it should have been me.
Whenever I see a person bleeding,
I feel that it should have been me.
Whenever I see a person dying,
I feel that it should have been me.
Whenever I see a heartbroken person,
I always feel that,
It should have been me
It should always be mine to bear and
let the others live....
But when I actually be it,
NOBODY CARES... and just
Leave me crying,
upset, suffering, bleeding, dying,
even leave me broken apart, and
then walk away like nothing ever happened....
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Chunk Of Myocardium
PoetryThe feeling all of us felt...but never expressed...just like the lost chunk of our heart muscles (Myocardium)
