I lacked the strength to blame him or feel sorrow. Instead, I chose to turn a blind eye to it all. Little did I know that disregarding the truth would lead to disastrous consequences. I found myself slowly deteriorating, resembling nothing more than a lifeless corpse. Does he ever feel remorse? Does he experience the same misery now that I'm gone? This place, this existence, it suffocates me with its loneliness. I yearn for an escape from this desolate white void. Even in the depths of love, hate, and despair, I will always choose you. My love for him was so intense that I couldn't bear the longing and pain, so I escaped into a world of illusions. This wound, this ache, was born out of hatred, mistrust, and my own ignorance.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
कविताI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
