If only they knew what it's like to be you,
And how it feels to walk a few miles with sand in the shoes,
May be they would stop hurting and never try bringing you down.
If only they knew how fragile is your heart,
And how much it aches,
May be they wouldn't do anything to tear it apart.
If only they knew what's inside your head,
And why you stay numb and awake in your bed,
May be they would stop calling you names.
If only they knew what you do to ease and stop the pain,
Convincing yourself that it's not the end,
May be they wouldn't throw out their misery at you.
If only they knew what it's like to be careful in city of fools,
And how bravely you've been fighting away all your inner demons,
May be they would stop staring at you and do something to save you.
1 comment:
Yes, if only they knew all these...
Beautiful poem Shriti!
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