THE VOICE OF MY SCARS

people are poison

'and in the end we all become strangers, exchanging memories stacked with pain'

every single person feels like
a random passing thought
appearing out of the blue
lasting less than a second
they try to offer me a hand
giving my hopes a high
forgetting their kindness won't stay for long
and once the act is over they leave
with a smile plastered on their lips
promising they would return
which they can't even keep
.
in this world i could have longed for anything
but i asked for pain
running into people
who were never willing to stay
all this time i promised myself two things
1. never to fall for their smiles
2. nothing stays, never expect too much
.
but i couldn't keep these promises i made to myself
cause everytime someone knocks
i welcome them in
that moment itself feels like this is the last time which will last forever
i let my hopes get high
until they reach the sky of expectations
which pours down the pain all over me
.