death at your point of view ,

i am tired of lying to myself that this is not about you ,

it is indeed about you ,

you have ruined the little hope that i had inside of me ,

you have dimmed the little spark inside of me ,

you have scared the little child that i am trying to make happy everyday ,

you do not see me...

i saw how you look at me ,

i would rather find comfort from someone else ,

than to die at your point of you ,

i have ran in circles trying to find what led to the death of our love ,

i still do not find answers to that but an ungrateful heart ,

that carried a handful of bullshit ,

it has dawned to me again that ,

you do not see me...

what else should i carry either than regret ?

spent sleepless nights putting together our puzzle ,

that too is lifeless ,

what more did you want from me ,

spent lonely nights away from people ,

away from myself ,

but still you never cared ,

you never saw me...