Choke me to life, and show me
how I'm not this dispensable, forgettable.
How I'm as easily overlooked, as always talked about.
How the bad screw ups and fuck ups remind you of me:
what would I have done?
How I come to your mind when there's no one left,
the last contact in the list.
The one you can as easily call up at 3 a.m.
drunk and crying, as you can at 3 in the afternoon,
bitching about the girl who wouldn't stop annoying you.
How you think I am too preoccupied with narcissism
to remember to call you,
when I'm just, just.. Forget about that...
Choke me to life with whatever you can afford to lose,
cause I've been losing myself a lot lately,
to places, people and myself,
- Sarthak Kulshreshtha