All On Your Own

By Ananya Mittal

There is silence on the other end, Of this long, heavy phone call.

A cry for help,

That goes unheard, Emptiness,

But not in the way where something is missing. In the way that,

It's all around you, somehow Pain, longing,

Not in the words you say, The songs you sing,

The ones you don't.

Do you like feeling this way? Always giving,

Till there's nothing left. Till you aren't.

Do you like it, really.

Are you sure?

By Ananya Mittal