Part of me - Divided in-infinite pieces
I used to go through life whining and complaining bemoaning at the failed attempts wishing what should have happened infact the life has habit of not listening if you keep crying and shouting life's ear not pierced by voices but by words unsaid and the unsaid words were miserable future dark and sad life took a clue from that and give me what in thoughts I conjure I complained about the people in my life they come and left but each one of them took something with them some part of me which now belongs to them I was always afraid of losing myself and bit by bit, part by part some people took small part, some took a larger pie but when they depart from life, what is left is just a sigh I put myself in a cocoon to save myself from the hurt I told myself its safe to close me that way nobody gonna hurt but with every departure there was some change it was me who was changing, losing myself again I was afraid, lost and confused I ne