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Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you? Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me.Maybe i am wrong or maybe Not.Maybe i judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind Or maybe i just could not look enough. Not Looked enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world i am living in, among the people i m struggling with, towards a future i m not ready to be a part of.What if everything that i have been doing is just a part of something thats never gonna happen.Something that was never in the bigger picture that the world hung upon the walls of my broken heart, only to stain it with my own blood.Maybe it wasnt merely a coincidence that all those wounds werent meant to be transformed into beautiful scars but painful memories to be remembered long after I m gone.Or maybe they were supposed to trigger the ache this world inflicted upon me , time and again which my dead and soul less body could no longer feel anymore.But sadly i was numb and oblivious to everything around, owing to my already non existent life.The world would always be the same, no matter you exist or not. Its gonna be there like it was , unperturbed by my death or yours or anyones'. It hardly makes any difference to the world whether u r alive or dead or in a totally third dimension.But for your own satisfaction, u can believe what you want. Whether the world would stop existing for a while or time would cease to mourn over your death. Its all upto you.You can believe in anything and everything that pleases you.Be it the sweetest lies or the ugliest truth. You are already dead so that just means nothing.You are investing in the wrong place, for the wrong people, all for the wrong reasons. Those eyes hiding behind the prettiest faces and honey coated words are myths you could never unravel.Though death might be the eternal truth,your family would be the only one devastated by your loss nevertheless sooner or later they too would learn to live without you.The birds would still chirp every morning and the dawn would still bring beautiful sunshine to your bedroom window, even in your absence. Your words may echoe in the house where you grew up but there wont be anyone to be yelled at now.And Teatime would be the only time , you would be missed But everyone would get used to this new life.Isn't it??
All this time I was living an illusion In àn illusion That the world loved me That everybody cared for me How crazy this heart must be To believe in yet another lie Another great illusion. An illusion Of the times i wanted to speak my heart out But had nobody to talk to An illusion of all the Unfortunate circumstances When my body wanted a hand Upon my insane head And my bare soul But none reached out. An illusion of all the unspoken words I wanted to scream But couldnt Only to protect my little dream. An illusion of acceptance that i belonged somewhere To someone Other than me that this ugly heart of mine Could actually beat relentlessly to know what being loved felt like For once Just once. I was living an illusion That all those plastic faces Disguised as well wishers in pretense of care That they loved me loved me enough To never let go Of my beautiful mind Of my beautiful soul. An illusion To make sure I was convinced In every possible way That i too was loved and Never lost Never abandoned. To make me believe I had them That i was never alone. Oblivious to the fact That all this while I was living a lie The perfect one With a beautiful beginning With no end at all. In an illusion that My soul lied to me When i trusted you That the truth must be told To let me out of my confusion To let me out of my darkness.
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