It’s like a knife, sharp blade
Piercing through your skin
To get to your soul,
Damaging all vessels and arteries
Along the way.
Your soul, delicate as a balloon
Filled with helium.
The sharpness of the knife,
With a single prick, it does the trick.
With a touch, the balloon explodes.
All the goodness is out within an instant
Like a sharp dagger slicing through silence.
Its like poison,
Killing everything in its way
Just to get to your heart.
A deadly combination.
Everything inside just can’t take the pressure anymore.
It’s like one big joke for you all.
Trying hard to pretend you happy?
No use, at the end of the day there will always be that,
Someone or something missing.
You would try to eliminate loneliness from your life
Just like how you would try to pump the poison out from within you.
It’s like being hidden away from the world,
Your dearest ones turning their back on you.
It’s like regretting opportunities…
Loneliness… it’s like an ambitious person
Who gets no opportunities to prove themselves.
Loneliness… it’s when your best side decides to leave you
Thinking that you are going to cope.
People who understand me are the ones, who are dearest to me,
Are the ones who forget me.
Are the ones who leave me.
Are the ones who mean the world to me…
© Pryaska Goorhoo