Not Me For Him.

The fire in the furnace and the fire within me matched so well,

The pain received on touching a rose,

The hate of a  girl for being overweight,

The cry of the beggars for money,

It's all hit me so hard, I felt it all within me,

I felt the pain and the blood rushing down my skin,

I felt the weight of the world on me while i was busy hating myself,

I slit through my hands because all I wanted was pain,

I cried so very much that I did not hear your steps come towards me but go away,

I felt my heart breaking when I saw this all happen,

I wanted death to stop by before I saw all this,

Because what hurt me was never the reason you were mad,

Mt tears were never the reason of the pain you had,

And the pieces of my heart were never the reason of your tears to fall.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hearing the footsteps walking away, but not hearing them come towards, very sad.

sometimes we are so wrapped up in all the pain, we can't see the hope.

[Simran Kewlani]

Yes. That's so true Jacob. (:

[Sami Khalil]

"The fire in the furnace and the fire within me matched so well,
The pain received on touching a rose,"

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)........................

[Simran Kewlani]

Thank you Salim. Appreciate that you read it.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome: Sami...................

[Simran Kewlani]

Sorry. I didn't read your name properly.

[Sami Khalil]

No problem...:)..................

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is so sad the feeling of all encompassing hopelessness that threatens to overpower us sometimes.Well written Simran :)

[Simran Kewlani]

Thanks a lot Vidya. This coming from a person like you to a teenager feels so special to me. I have always wanted to show the world my poems and now her I have it. Thank you. (:

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are very good so keep on writing and sharing .You are welcome :)