RIP

To ,

The being who once was good enough to be called a pal.

If you can deafen me, just do it for a while

I am done listening to these rustlings and jangles!

Of your footsteps, your cacophony

Those rattling voices you make

It pierces right through my ears

Had I been the wrong one, just tell me where I went wrong

But before you walk in and walk out

Like I am just another resort to you

Pick up on yourself if you really feel like it

But spare me for today;

 I am done with your phony self!

Don’t make me feel like there is another ray of hope

Cause I am done with every play

Of yours!!!

I am done with hoping almost every day

By now I have learnt that hope has wings

But those wings, here, has been crippled

Pulverized enough to rise and fly

And for the least, we no more comply!

 Yours sincerely,

Supposedly your good friend. :)