I'm sad and nothing to do with this sadness with an external reason, sad because that warm hand was the same poison dagger,
because I survive but I haven't lived yet, because I need and I hate that need, because I'm the one who ruined my heart..

Standing again and again in front of my mirror looking for my trust that they left me for,
Having a hard time explaining what I mean
- I'm sad it's not me anymore
© Khalique Rehman