The plea of a heartbroken..

This wave of depression in the blogosphere has finally effected me. Last night, this is what i scribbled.. This is not like the usual stuff i write, and hence , goes into the trash bin.

If all you wish to see, is me, broken and dead.
just tell me, I’d myself, sleep on my deathbed.

But please, from me, its a humble request;
don’t coat your hatred with a false loving zest.

You know i would break, if YOU’ll be the reason;
then the blossom of your smile, won’t bloom in any season.

Yet again, if you wish, to torn me apart.
Poison me, kill me, but don’t break my heart.

Each beat of this fellow, has your name on it carved.
Since long, for this time, my poor heart had starved.

And still, if you wish, to have left me alone;
Be Honest. I promise, won’t frown, won’t moan.

Though, then, into a million pieces i’ll scatter;
I’ll always be a fool- to have believed that it’d matter.

For you were the one, who’d perfectly read my heart;
Never knew that the end, would be so unlike the start.

I wish I’d unveiled the real face behind,
the person whose love had nearly turned me blind.

I needed you. You were there. But now I wonder “WHY?”
for You, I’d came out , of my shell of being a shy.

You made me realise, that things would get better.
To your wish, my existence is now about to shatter.

And now, I wish, I wish I could hate you!
Can’t even wish to begin, a journey that’s new.

I’m a solitary lad, and I’ll always be the same.
Trying to forget- whose gone, who came.

I was lost, I was found; And I am now lost again.
I am dying. And “survive” is what I no more can.