There was a time when I used to think,
Who would cry and who’d blink?
Who would pause and who would mourn?
When the time comes and I’d be gone.
Will they bang their fists on wall?
Will they miss my late night calls?
Will they feel emptiness in their hall?
When the time comes and I’d be gone..
Will they remember my funny jokes?
Behind them hiding my shattered soul.
But what about the things I could not hide?
The reasons behind my suicide.
There’ll be no sorrow, there’ll be no pain.
No crying, the throe shall not be mine.
No expectation of her to love me back.
No words of discouragement getting on my spine.
But then it stops me on my path,
The thought of missing what I could achieve.
What would happen to my beliefs..
What would happen to my legacy?
But then it stops me on my path.
Because why should I think of them?
They may not miss what they have lost,
But the world will lose a gem.
Thinking about why I started,
I’m back at it again.
For I have nothing to lose right now,
And the whole world to gain.