Mauli agrawal

It was a windy night. I wasn't holding on too tight. Someone I so dearly loved lay upon the deathbed I wasn't worried somehow Something inside me knew that now was not the time. Something inside me knew she wouldn't let go. I was fourteen, And alone, about to board a flight. Now, a year has passed since that tragic night, now I'm 16. A year since I felt the pain she felt. When I knew that day had come, When I knew it had happened. I have to admit, I never thought that day would arrive so soon. But it did. A hard, swollen lump I swallow down, I entered the room, wanting nothing more than for her to pull me into one last hug. My legs refused to move, my heart refused to believe, yet I was forced to accept what she already had. They say people come and go. They say we must learn that not everything lasts forever. It's now or never. There's no point, they say, in holding on to someone once they're gone— once they no longer have the heart in their soul to love you back the way you loved them. Although I know I'm trapped in a loop, But still not sure Of what i should do next to stop, this melancholy reign. Knowing I have to live with it forever, until I meet her again in heaven.

I sit in a room, lost in my own reverie. Oh, what a treachery. As the silence silences, darkness descends. Here I am, praying for a saviour when salvation is in my own hands. I try to take a stand, but I'm too weak. Hidden between the lines, a mark that never leaves. The thought consumes me that no one loves me enough. Here I am, comforting people with the words I wish to hear. Oh dear, will I ever learn that this world will never care about me the way I care about them? I drown in the noise, yet wish to be a part of it. Where do I truly belong? Where can I find a world that's truly my own?