The Ballad of a Broken Heart

My mirrors have seen the worst of my afflictions

and my pillows have empathised with my tears;

I keep smiling and telling them "I'm fine",

when in truth I'm tired and hurt.

I can't fight this feeling of numbness;

"Help me!" I scream from the edge of the cliff;

What do I do?

This pain is unbearable;

I can't stop thinking about you.

Maybe I don't deserve you

and you don't deserve me either;

I'm burning up like a piece of paper

in your blue flames of fire.

I want to sprint far

and take out this anger;

Like a horse untamed,

galloping with vigour;

But I feel like I'm tied up,

I can feel my heart ache;

I'm chained up to this wall of memories

my body is too fragile to break.

The throb comes and goes;

Nights are the worst

and all I see is your ghosts;

They keep me from sleeping peacefully.

Sometimes, I get this dream

that I'm walking in a desert

and to quench my thirst,

I drink from this mirage of you.

My heart's made of glass

and the broken pieces cut through

my body, and make me bleed internally.

You'll never see

You'll never know

what you put me through;

the sorrow, the woe.

You chase the stars far away in other galaxies

But you can never appreciate the sun.

And here I am on my planet

drifting further away from my orbit

into winter.

But as agonising as it is, I know summer will come;

I know happiness exists, I still have hope;

There is a small flickering flame inside me

that I believe will fuel up and grow;

It'll light up my soul like a lantern

And this lantern will lead me the way home

to the ones who truly love me.

And I shall be grateful.

    -Mariya Chherawala

(Artist: Dev)