Kabhi kuch nahi mehsoos hota Aur kabhi itna hota hai Kee dil toot jaata hai Gunah kya hai? Sawaal uthta hai Saza kyun ye? Dil poochta hai Jawab kya dun? Zehn sochta hai Dun ya na du? Keh bhi do ab Rokun ya chor dun? Rok bhi lo ab.
It is as hard to accept, as easy it is to say. It is heavy in my bones. These innocent little shoulders, who didn't know. It is hard to sleep, to wake up, to speak, to shut up, to scream, to cheer up, to weep. No, don't come to me with your 'it's okays' because i know, it is nothing, but okay. Because I've been telling that to myself from the day it isn't okay. It is actually everything, but not okay. You think you know but you don't. We all think we know but we don't. Oh, there's so much more. It's always good to not know what you not know. Because the less you know, the better your world is. You wish you knew what i do. I pray you never do. Swallow the pain of not knowing that i know, while i swallow the pain of knowing it all. Of course, you're wondering how selfish of me, i meant to be. -
I get life.I have seen the ups,the downs and whatever comes in the middle.I have been betrayed,hurt,stabbed,by the people I called my own.I get life.It can be shitty sometimes.And going through all of that,I don't have the heart to do it to someone.I know how it feels and I certainly dont want anyone to feel that.But when I make a bond,its from my whole heart.I am not the type of person who will put you through the same shit after knowing what you have been through.But I need you to trust me,I won't break you but Im here to fix and mend you,To make it better and to let you know that you are not alone.I don't abandon people,I dont hurt them...and I cant be like them.Its not me.So if talk to you,If I tell you to trust me,know that whatever happens,I'll stay by your side through every storm.
Your hands are aching and your body is shaking but you mind none of it.
You wander through the streets at the cold hour of dawn in the search of a tiny speck of light. Tiny enough to make your wounds visible.
There's blood and band-aids everywhere you go. You leave them behind as a mark of fading away.
You think it's okay to cut yourself and heal your wounds as your pain continues to ooze out. But the hungering for blood always leaves you disappointed.
You fetch a few drops of hope and shove it down your throat. As you continue to wander, you realise that grief still follows you everywhere you go. You don't go looking for it. But there's no way you can get rid of it.
Healing is just a myth. So you sit there suffering and shrinking. It doesn't soften your pain. Rather it kills you, a little more with each cut. And soon you become death. Death itself. Maybe death was broken too. For it enriches your brokenness.