Melancholy

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HER POV : (Continued from Unfulfilled)

Note: This is fictional in later parts of this poem. It has nothing to do with my personal life.

I'm letting you read the meancholies
Of my life
But please don't judge me and my feelings
I don't like people lecturing about my life :)

Melancholy.

Countless of dark poetry
All pages of my diary

Alone i write, alone i relate
All traces of my memory

Why should i be like this
When they all are enjoying?
Why should i stay here
When they all are complaining?
Why should i be alive
If I'm always lacking a tiny ray of light?

Hopeless are the ones who had a lot of hope
Faithless are the ones who always trusted the most
Broken are the ones who were truly in love
Emotionless are the ones whose emotions always flew in their blood

Why should life be unfair
When right to equality exists?
Why am i trapped and ruined
When right against exploitation exists?
Why am i silenced by all
When right to freedom of speech exists?

Arrogant are the ones whom no one treated with affection;
Insecure are the ones who didn't get the needed protection;
Silent are those who were never listened and just mistaken;
No one is oversensitive or unsocial, it's just a result of the situation

Why am i so lonely
When they all have friend circles;
Why do i have to cry
When they all are laughing;
Why do i have to die
When they're freely living..

Loners are the ones whom the selfish world failed to notice, a beauty within which wasn't seen.
Crying is natural for pure soul because they give so much that it hurts when it's nothing to them.
Dying is never a decision of cowards, it's the last option left for the warriors who lost all their strength,
Fighting through the damage by societies without any rewards to gain.

Why do i sacrifice
When they use others;
Why am I'm always getting hurt
When they already have been healed:
Why do i have to suffer others' mistakes
When they just blame and take rest...

Selfless are the ones who have really understood true joy is in making someone happy, bodies never go to heaven;
Dirt is visible more in white coloured cloth, stains on heart don't leave easily;
Maybe this world isn't a place for peace, people keep pointing faults at each others and shamelessly exploiting the weak.

Why did i do this
When i shouldn't have done it?
Why did i kill him
When i was to save him?
Why don't i accept
When i know I might be guilty?

Confusion can be such a disaster, it breaks trust and heart,
Sometimes we end up destroying the sand castle we made ourself and digging our own grave within the sands of time,
Acceptance can be so hard when we're afraid of the hatred we might recieve.

Why did i run
When i could have stayed?
Why did i made fun
When i could have it with him?
Why didn't i speak
When i could stop him from going?

I was scared, scared for things i didn't even knew of,
I could have stayed, stayed for the things we wished to know and feel,
But i couldn't force him, i couldn't stop pretending i had nothing to feel.

Why do i cry
When i could just forget it?
Why do i cry
When i can't do anything?
Why do i cry
When i don't want to?

How can i even, even forget that I failed to protect his heart, so delicate,
It's just, just nothing, i don't know anything,
It's past i convince myself,
But slowly, slowly i drown back in time,
The hourglass turns upside down,
The clock moves anticlockwise,
The guilt takes over everything.

They say with time, everything goes
But it's taking a U-turn now.

Back to clock O' 12.

To the beginning of melancholy.

( To be continued → )

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