Every ounce of my body disintegrates,
Every atom of my body hurts,
Every second feels heavy,
Every vibration in me causes chaos,
Every touch appears hollow,
It's her.
My doomsday.
Every step pushes me back,
Every sunray pierces like an arrow,
Every taste feels empty,
Even emptiness lacks a vacancy,
Reality is pain,
It's her,
My doomsday.
April is the month I love,
And the same month I hate,
I saw her,
I lost her,
The month did this both,
Now Her thought kills me.
Yeah.
It's her, my doomsday.
No calls,
No messages,
No abusing,
No seeing her,
I want my future with her,
Can't happen,
Cause she has become my doomsday.
P.s.- I know poem is not nice, but helps me to get rid of pain.
