The Lost Pages of Poems

knife

I sit there on floor,

 wondering why the birds don't chirp anymore.

 I then realize that I live in my world with no such colorful colors,

 where every animal, human species, 

leave with no words. 

 I can no longer hear any wind whisper on my ears, 

 like I was fated to be alone and raise myself.

 Did they change the path I was walking through?

 I can no longer eat the pain. 

 I no longer want to be your "strong soldier".

I watched you threw the papers on floor,

 like when you threw me out of your life,

 you stabbed me with your words and lies.

 I knew that you would be my death.

 I died in cruel way when I asked you to give me a peaceful death.

 You raise your voice at me from the little mistakes I make, 

 yet you still haven't noticed your mistakes. 

 I gave you everything I had but you left me with nothing.

 I was just like your robot.

 You approach when you need somethings.

 You were distant and cold,

 like a stranger I never know.

 You land your eyes on another person and I knew,

 I knew that I lost you. 

 I was drowning myself from my own tears that runs down to my cheeks, 

 you tried to look for another,

 yet you can't because they were not the same as me.