Many times, I was thrown hard on that stone
While other times, I wish I wasn’t born
People who I tightly hugged, were gone
People who I excessively loved, were stolen
The eyes tears but never made a fuss
The heart bleeds trying to absorb the loss
Repeatedly used till my feelings became rust
Squeezed in those memories till they burst
Then, I turned into an expert in grief
Learned how to play, hurt and leave
Learned to laugh when somebody cries
Learned to smile when somebody dies
I am not a monster, I wasn’t like this
It was the pain that murdered my sense
And if you want to know my secret in brief
My pal, learn to live with the word "grief"