The Missing Piece

By Kritika Kashyap

Shivering down the heavy raining clouds

I was walking with my eyes closed and head tilted low

Raindrops were covering up the tears so perfectly

And my hands handling a very broken soul

I sat down and let those pieces of my heart fall out

I feel numb and clueless about the future

Watching every piece of it

I see-

"Grow up"

-I am trying

"Behave like a girl"

-I am trying

"Stop being so selfish"

-when did I?

"Why are you expecting me to love you?"

- I don't know

"No, you can't"

-I can

"Stop speaking like you know everything"

-But-

"Stop behaving like that"

-Okay

"Stop speaking"

-Okay

"Don't be around me"

-Okay

"Go away"

-Okay

"Ugly"

"Childish"

"Self-centred"

"Weak"

"Book-worm"

"Stupid"

"Worst"

-Okay

I tried fixing them and keeping them together

Spoke

-mistake

Explained

-mistake

Cried

-mistake

Hid

-mistake

Was silent

-mistake

At last, I tried to do nothing

-maybe better

Fixing the cracks, I found a hollow space

I tried finding the missing piece all inside me

Looked it inside the people

Inside every sadness

Inside every mistake

And inside every problem

But found nothing

The person who broke it made a space which can never be filled

Should I live with it?

By Kritika Kashyap