Questions.

Do you even see me?

Or do you see an empty space?

Do you even hear my words?

Or do they go to waste?

Don't you hear my pleas?

Or are they of no use?

Don't you see my longing?

Or the crying, so profuse?

Have you forgotten?

That I still exist?

Can't you see my sadness?

And that I can't desist?

Have I made mistakes?

Have I gone wrong?

Or have I lost my mind?

And was wrong all along?

Why do I make efforts?

Why can't in peace I live?

Why can't I let it be?

Why do I still forgive?

Why do I ask these questions?

Why do I even care?

Why do I still run after you,

When I'd be better off elsewhere?

My last request, the very last?

Don't ever answer these,

Because if you do, just stop to think,

What will be left of me?

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