Your Nerves

By Ishita Bora

I let you get to my head

Heard an unsaid plead, did you?

Your hands bloody red,

River of tears flowing for you.

I let you get to my head

Your hands bloody red

Heard an unsaid plead, did you?

Deep guilt I bury myself,

Risen up my erratic fall

Now I realize

Did I do it for you all?

Cried myself to bed,

Till I just drenched myself,

Drained am I of your memory,

Now it feels like a dusty old shelf.

By Ishita Bora