One wonders where it ends,
Till it destroys and turns your essence to ashes?
Tearing your insides completely apart...
Burning Hell seems a fairer deal,
Rather than to feel this numbing pain...
Flames of deceit burn through my soul,
Cheated despite given vows of trust and honesty,
Slapped across the face in the name of love,
A shattered heart, strewn across the path like broken glass,
Crushed under the feet of nonchalance and abhorrence,
I cradled the pieces gently but they seem beyond repair...
But I know I can patch it back, it may not be new,
It may not be right, but it would be mine,
For, those who trampled upon it didn't realise while doing so,
They cut themselves so deep, that shreds of me would never get out,
They would die slowly, for they deserve the torture, the pain, tenfold of what was inflicted upon,
They may or may not regret what they did,
They may or may not have a conscious..
But they would suffer in the hands of others, the same hell they inflicted upon me..
I know I am strong willed, I am a fighter,
I would get through this, for I hold my Life in my own hands,
I hold my heart in my own hands, broken or bruised, but always in my own hands...
By: Radhika Arora
