The pain is not the kind that
shatters you at one go
and benumbs the brain.
It’s the kind that chips away at life
Drop by drop, draining, slowly ebbing
Like a slash on the wrist gone wrong
I didn’t know what else to do
tell your friends - if only I had one
Family – dad would have crumbled
I was moved to a hospital
how truly lonely I was.
Even Death was not ready
to welcome me.
© Alaka Yeravadekar