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Perfection is-
an imperfect word
in this imperfect world.
The walls that are
invisible to the eye
are the hardest
ones to break.
Sorry doesn't change a thing

what's broken
remains broken.
When I was alone
in my world.
Alone, but never lonely.
Colours and canvases-
my only friends.
With no one
to care or bother.
You came along,
changed it all.
Now gone.
My life was
an open book.
You just forgot
to read a few chapters.
Every morning I wake up
feeling a void in my heart.  
I stare at the friendly knife,
wishing to soak it
in my pool of blood.
The people we meet in life
always stay with us -
some as beautiful memories,
and
some as ugly scars.
Silence,
Quiet,
Abandonment.

Some people know
the art of hurting so well
that they hurt you
where it hurts the most.
A shelter in your heart I seek,  
to hide from all the miseries and grief.
I will wait for the day
when you reopen your heart for me.
If I were to leave tomorrow,
would you ever remember me?
would you visit my grave -
Is that how you'd remember me?
Or would you turn me
into a poem of yours,
and keep me alive through you?
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