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Good For Nothing

Being proud of yourself isn’t enough,
When your loved ones don’t think so.
Thinking you’re tough and strong,
Yet you can’t handle the pain you know.

Every time life starts getting rough,
You bury yourself deep and low.
I try to do things right each time,
But feel handcuffed by winds that blow.

It’s freezing out here, and I’ve nowhere to go,
The cold wind steals the warmth I hold.
And once it’s over, I’m back again—
Good for nothing, with nothing to show.

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The Last Note

I wish I do not wake up tomorrow, 
I hope I do not feel the pain, the sorrow.

I don't know, how to explain what I feel, 
Can't see any cure, any way to heal.

It seems I am locked in a room all dark and empty, 
Nothing is working neither motivation nor sympathy.

Hate myself for being so weak, 
But this the worse on its peak.

Lost my last supporting pillar, 
Made myself, my own killer.

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Him Vs I

He is a writer, I am the reader
He is a fighter, I’m the survivor.
He is a follower, I’m the loner,
He is calmer, I am louder.

He holds his voice for me,
I shout at him freely.
The day he asked me out
Was the day he was freaking out.

How would it feel to be alive
With such a strange vibe?
Having a soulmate opposite to you,
Getting attached to someone who felt so new.

A person who clashed with your view,
Holding on to someone you never knew.
One had boundaries, one was wild,
One was mature, the other—a child.

But before God, there’s nothing to hide,
Some people just can’t walk by your side.
The story changes, it must one day,
When we both finally part our way.

The love was real, the vision was pure,
But the bond we had had no cure.
Like the South and North Pole’s tone,
We were meant to stay distant, and alone.

And this is the end—the destiny we own.

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And That Was It

So this is how it ends, then —
Not with thunder, not with rain,
But with a sentence cold and plain,
And me, standing in the ache again.

I had said, “This is my last try,”
With every ounce of love and cry,
Swore on the ones I hold most dear,
Still, you chose to disappear.

You didn’t fight, not even flinch,
You let it go — inch by inch.
As if the story we once wrote
Was just a name you’d learn to misquote.

No tremble in your final word,
No echo of the love I heard.
While I held fire in both my hands,
You watched it burn without a glance.

Do you know what silence costs?
What it means to grieve what's lost?
Not death — just absence wearing skin,
The kind of void that screams within.

But I won't beg. I never will.
A promise made, a heart gone still.
You made your choice. I made mine too —
To live a life untouched by you.

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His 9 was my 6

You said I never tried enough,
But I thought showing up was love.
I held your hand through quiet storms,
But never knew how deep they cut.

You wanted words —
I gave you time.
You wanted truth —
I gave you signs.
You asked for more than I could name,
And all I gave felt just… the same.

I saw your tears, I heard your cries,
But all I did was memorize
The way your anger masked your ache —
I thought, “She’s mad. I’ll give her space.”

I didn’t read between your lines.
I thought we’d heal with passing time.
But silence grew where warmth had been,
And now I hear you… in your pen.

The book you wrote — it speaks of me.
A ghost of what I tried to be.
You say I vanished, broke your heart…
But darling, I was torn apart.

I wasn’t right, I wasn’t kind —
But I was scared and misaligned.
And when you said you'd tell them all,
I built a wall. I let us fall.

You called it love. I called it pain.
Two hearts that broke beneath the strain.
We both were right in our own way —
But I regret I walked away.

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Painted Grey

Every time I try to make things right,
Something breaks or slips from sight.
I hold on tight, but still it’s gone —
Just like the end of a breakup song.

Deadlines chase me through the night,
Redemption’s path fades out of light.
I try to lift the weight I bear,
But it gets heavier in the midnight air.

I hope one day the world will see
The guilt I carry silently.
I hold it close, I hold it tight,
Hoping someone sees my fight.

My mind is tired, my soul worn thin,
While I take blame for others’ sin.
The world, it played a cunning part —
Painting grey in black and white art.

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He'll Never Know

I loved you in the silence,
when you weren’t even listening.
Held on through your absence,
while you kept on vanishing.

I stayed when you were distant,
I hoped through every lie.
I gave you all my colors,
and you just watched them die.

You never read my story,
but still, you felt exposed—
as if my pain betrayed you,
like truth you never chose.

You say I wrote to shame you,
but no— I wrote to heal.
I bled through every sentence
just to learn how not to feel.

I wasn’t looking for pity,
I wasn’t calling you back.
I was writing through the silence
you left like a heart attack.

And now you live unbothered,
in a world that feels just fine.
While I sit with my memories,
and stitch myself from mine.

Will you ever regret it?
Will it echo late one night—
When she won’t love like I did,
when you miss my softer fight?

Maybe.
Maybe not.
But by then, I won’t care.
I’ll be long past the waiting,
long past the stare.

Because I’ve learned something heavy,
that only pain can show—
Sometimes the ones we die for
never even want to know.

So I’ll rise, not louder, but wiser.
And I’ll live, not for proof, but for peace.
Because loving you broke me,
but losing you…
set me free.

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Not by My Will

I'll let the sour sea make its kill,
dissolve my bones while I sit still.
Let salt stitch silence to my skin,
for I won't leave — not by my will.

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When We Were Us

You stood behind, not saying much,
Yet in the hush, I felt your touch.
The mirror framed our quiet grace,
Two souls in love, one warm embrace.
You'd watch me comb, your eyes so still,
The room would breathe against your will.
No need for words, your gaze would speak—
Of stolen time, of hearts made weak.

You'd press me close against the wall,
And in that hush, I had it all.
Your fingers whispered on my skin,
Like love too big to hold within.

I’d laugh, and you would just observe,
That smile of yours I didn’t deserve.
But in your eyes, I caught the flame,
Of someone scared to play love’s game.

Now memories play on quiet loops,
In every pause, your shadow stoops.
Though we’ve outgrown what once felt true,
In those small moments, I had you.

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The Truth Teller

The mirror does not flatter,
it does not lie.
It stares into your eyes
and whispers the truth
you spend years denying.

It knows the secrets
you dress in smiles,
the fears
you hide in laughter,
the love
you claim you don’t need.

The mirror is patient.
It waits.
Because it knows —
you can pretend to the world,
but never to the glass.

One day,
you’ll have to face
the reflection
you always avoided:
the you
you already knew.

Best Poems Written by Nikita Singh

Good For Nothing

The Last Note

Him Vs I

And That Was It

His 9 was my 6

Painted Grey

He'll Never Know

Not by My Will

When We Were Us

The Truth Teller

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