A Death by Thousand Cuts

A Death by Thousand Cuts

A death by a thousand cuts.

If there be a few lesser

I would have survived.

First few hurts like hell

After some the agony becomes friendly.

It is so wonderful,

How beautiful you made my heart with all these scars.

Nothing cuts, nothing wounds

That’s how strong you made me by all the suffering you caused.

If you could look into my eyes

You will see yourself because

The last thing I saw was your photograph.

And the last thing I heard was not the silence

But your voice into the deep nothingness.

If you could be there to hold my hand,

My soul would refuse to leave my body.

Though my blood would have dried,

My mind might have stopped thinking

But my heart

My heart would still be beating.

I was always on the street shattered

Where you left me a long time ago

Waiting for a bus or a day

That could bring you back to me

To pick me up and fix me.

Reaching towards you

I never thought that

You could be the one moving further away from me.

In every reality of mine

You always seemed to be far-far away

Even in my dreams.

I could have survived a million cuts

But here I have died a death by only thousand cuts.