For sake of him

Shahnaz Islam
Nothing is worth describing.
You fail to inscribe it in words.
No soul on earth can understand.
The turbulence within.
He pretends to understand, but he will never.
Except for a part of you,
Known by your bedsheet,
your pillowcase
the door banging behind your back.
The amount of suffering,
pain and tears you shed,
Nobody can fathom it.
No genius or mathematician ever.
That's all,
How you choose to cleave yourself
For sake of him.