They say I am depressed.
I call it, a state you have gifted.
And honestly, I am impressed.
That is why, your gift ... I preserved.

They say, I am overthinking.
But actually, I am just analysing;
Every little thing I did wrong
That kept us away, all along!

They say, my happiness is with me;
Sorry, I forgot that I still am me.
For a while, all I thought​ was 'we'.
My bad, I didn't clearly see.

I gave you my heart.
But to blame you is not right.
I should have known that,
For you, I am inappropriate.

Now it's too late.
I can't help but
Fall at your feet.
Call me desperate.

I know, you planned everything.
But still, with every moment, it's paining.
As I wait through ages, I am dying.
To ease the pain, please do something!