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My Tears of Hell

What's this strange feeling,
Flowing through my body?
What are these tears,
That are dropping down my eyes?

The feeling of my heart being torn apart,
The feeling of a pain in my body,
The feeling of saying something,
Yet nothing's come out of my mouth.

It is said that
Crying is a way your eyes speak,
When your mouth can't explain,
How broken your heart is
But can someone explain me,
Why I am broken in the first place?

It feels like I'm in Hell
It feels like I'm being tortured
Feels like I'm dying
Yet here am I alive

Tired, I'm tired.
There's nothing else I can do. I am waiting for Death.
The only way is to ask myself a question
Of all the people, why did I love you?

I felt, I saw, I knew
That you loved her and not me.
Yet I loved you,
You of all the people I knew?

Tears flowing out of my eyes like crazy,
My body feeling all numb and painful.
I feel my heart being broken into two,
Yet now also, I love you.

Why? Why you?
What's in you that I love?
I guess, I don't know.
But I'll definitely move on somehow.

My Tears, My Tears of Hell,
I now know the feeling of pain.
If I am ever given another chance to live peacefully again,
I promise, I'll never love anyone again.

Hatred, I'm filled with Hatred.
I wanna destroy you, and I know I will.
I will overcome this feeling,
And teach everyone, what's pain.

I'm saying too much, writing too much, thinking too much.
But if this too much, can help me in bringing you down,
I'll do anything for it.
For these tears are my Tears of Hell.

Gods don't exist, because if one did, there would have been peace.
I know, it's us humans who don't keep peace,
But ever wondered, where did Humans get this from?
Humanity, which was created my Gods.
Brains, which was given by the Gods.
Brilliance, which was gifted by the Gods.
Gods gave us everything, maybe for a positive something,
But they never thought of the Negative.

I guess, Hell and Heaven don't exist.
Only exists, Afterlife.
Hell is present on the Earth, the Life of any organism.
Heaven is the moment of Happiness.

My Love for You made me bring down my Tears of Hell.
How can I ever forgive you?
I've got nothing to lose,
So I why not become a villain in this planet filled with Hue?

Love? I only gave it, never received it.
What's the point of living?
You, I'll kill you.
I'll slaughter you, Burn you, Torture you.

I won't let you die, because if you die, how will I give you pain?
Today, only a few buckets of my Tears are getting filled up.
I'll make sure, I get oceans of your Tears getting filled up.
Your girl did nothing wrong, so make sure, you don't drag her in.

You'll beg, beg for Mercy.
You'll cry, cry for Death to arrive.
You'll want, want for me to let go of you.
But deep, deep inside, you'll know, I grant none of them.

But Oh! Look!!
These are just imaginations of mine. Yes, imaginations.
After all, I love you. I can't bear to hurt you at all.
Because if that happens, it'll be me getting hurt even more.

Guess I can do nothing but let my Tears flow.
But no matter what, I know one thing,
This unrequited love has changed to coldness.
And I know, that one day, this coldness might just turn into hate.

So I'll make sure, when it happens,
I'll try not to harm you.
Because, after all, there's a famous quote:
Unrequited Love never dies; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it
hides curled and wounded.

But, I will never forget this feeling.
The feeling of my heart getting torn apart,
The feeling of the pain flowing in my body.
The Tears dropping out of eyes which I named as my Tears of Hell.

This Hellish feeling. I guess, this is Life.
This is the Life of an Unrequited Love.
The Tears who I called tears of Hell are the actual Tears of Life.
I remember you said this to me once,
Life is short. It gives us pain, gives us hatred.
But, it gives this to us only to make us stand back on our feet and fight with it.
Fight with it, so that, if this pain ever comes across us again, we can be stronger and ignore it.

My Tears of Hell.
My broken Heart of the Hell.
My Feelings of the Hell.
My Soul of the Hell.
I am all Hell because,
Everyone is Hell.
This is Life.
Life of everybody who are Hell.

About this poem

This is a poem entirely made by me. I know that the might might not rhyme at all, but I did my best at making it. The poem describes how the life of a girl who always gave love but never received it fell in love with a boy who she knew was actually having a crush on someone else. One day she said all abt her feelings for him and he rejected her. With despair, she made this poem with all her heart abt how much she loved him and how much she wanted him to suffer now but couldn't do it because in the end she'll only get hurt.  

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Written on January 21, 2022

Submitted by pgtemp000 on January 20, 2022

4:50 min read

Aritrika Ghosh

Hi! I am Aritrika Ghosh from India. I'm only 13 years old. Technically, I am about to be 13 in 2 months. I was born in Noida, which is on the border on U.P. and the nearest to New Delhi. It is quite an expensive place. My parents are from Kolkata, West Bengal. I have an elder brother who is a bit disabled. He has a neurological problem. But, unlike before, he is pretty sharp and can talk fluently now. more…

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