Rishika

Every day I lie in melancholy, tears carving their way down my skin.
How did things turn out like this ?
One day I could see a future blazing with hope,
even through the constant storms of your weathered heart.
The next, all I was left with was a doubt,
A fear that everything we shared was nothing but my own delusion.
People whisper their questions-
why I stay beside someone,
Who offers me no tomorrow to walk toward
and no place to rest my tired heart.
They say it softly, almost kindly,
as if I haven't torn myself apart with the same questions in the dark,
when no one is looking.
Questions circle endlessly,