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Do Not Come To Me

 


Do not come to me with your pain anymore,
I will make it thunder, I will make it pour.
I have no interest in lending my ear,
Your cries will drown, they’ll disappear.

Keep your shame, your sin, your lies,
For I’m no longer the one who tries
To understand, to soothe, to heal.
I’ve carried enough—let me feel.

I do not want to play the role of mediator,
Nor listen to your constant judgment later.
I have zero desire to judge or control,
All of this drains the depths of my soul.

I am not your mother, nor your friend,
Nor a shoulder for your heart to bend.
I’m done with your sorrow, done with your strife,
It is draining the very breath of life.

You see, I’ve carried all of you for too long,
Your burdens weigh me down, I can’t stay strong.
I don’t want to watch your endless shows,
Just to get along with the world you know.

I don't wish to see your pain displayed,
Replicated on screens, endlessly replayed.
I’m done with empathy, with trying to see
The broken pieces of your worldview—let me be free.

So save your soul, do some good,
Don’t come to me, I’m misunderstood.
I no longer wish to bear your load,
It’s time I walked my own road.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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