That Third Drawer…

If I die,
Go into my room
Open the third drawer,
And there you will find a diary…
Not actually a diary
It’s a collection..
Collection of my problems, my insecurities..
My dreams and my desires.
All the worst days are mentioned..
All the worst memories and the worst people.
And maybe then you’ll realize How this world treated me..
How I felt on that night…
Ah ! That night was horrible..
Crying…Crying..and Crying
Ah ! That pillow soaked all the tears..
And now there is nothing left to be soaked..
There are some things only I can feel
Expectations have died, 
Only I am left to be..
I gave my cent percent but still it wasn’t enough…
So here I am
If I die,
Go into my room
Open the third drawer
And you will know all my wishes and worries,
I never explained.

PRACHI