A promise

A river full of sorrow flows through my heart, carving its way to find a way out. I keep telling it, don't rush your way through for many have tried to break these walls before you. Perhaps flow over it, and weaken its foundation. I've had great help and people who cared, but that never helped because I never helped myself.

Teach me how to weave my wounds together, one at a time so it doesn't bleed. How do I keep myself from bleeding? I am no merchant of venice. A pound of pain in my right hand, a pound in my left- at least get me a balance to weigh. I know what it feels like to be left alone with bruises, they burn just like my soul does without a cause dissolving into pure chaos.

Shallow, all your promises and words full of lies. I always wanted to see the real you. Please put down your mask and scratch that skin off for words don't do justice to the injustice you cause. My blood was warm red, now it flows blue, eyes were deep brown, now they look sharp blue. Someone said, there will be ups and downs in your life, but all my life has seen are the lows. The spectrum so dull, the spring of my life has turned white.

Who will hold onto these memories when I leave? Perhaps I'll pass them down to someone in need of love and compassion, for only those who have been through a perpetual torment would know the need for love. Open your heart to mine, and I will forever embrace your scars as if they are engraved on my palms. Don't let go, the sufferings won't end, the pain will follow you. Learn to share the pain, lend some of it to me and I will take care of you.

Yours truly,

Ihsaan Want.