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??
26.12.2020 I am dead in a lively body ! Who knows i will ever be alive again Or will be killed thousand of times Like this again and again; Shall i talk to you furthur or You really felt what i mean What i try to say , what i need to talk Instead what i do is to keep things sum up in my little heart that's been shattered in various ways Okay , this time i let you have a benefit of doubt . I never opened up my thoughts ,my illness , The way i should or The way i need to ? I need an escape Escape from what ? From the lethal life or The thoughts boggled in my mind The sad little me with so many dreams that wanted to fly . Sad but the truth is , I am dead I die daily with so many dreams that i held in my eyes , each single time i am enjoined not to do the things that make me feel good Am i the culprit of my own decisions or I end up as the loser people see in me I am tired of surrendering myself to the universe I need to meet him(almighty god) Want to tell him , Please hug me untill i get peace . The happiness i want , The only thing i want is you and your shelter Please i beg you . I can't live sobbing all day and keeping my face in smiles that hides all my sufferings ! I let you, to hold me ,please . An escape from this lathal life !
trippy_potatoMaybe this went over my head but you really could present it in a more.... Untangled manner. As it stands, It is a most amorphous thing.
blue_nib@trippy_potato RWA Vs Defined !!! Amorphous is the word!!! We all try to be crystalline... Polished as we may seem, standing tall on buried Rawness, vulnerability, which we were born with.. Defined by ❤️ thx for critical review, i try to be simpler.
Kiss my soul , let it be unpure for the first time. Lick my insecurities, the way i never had them before. Suck the sadness that's been dwelled too long. Hold me close, In your arms The way i felt safe and divine. Caress my tears , Falling from years Kiss my soul , Let it be unpure !
What if i lose myself ? What if again i find myself trembling and scattered ? Is this a place , where i need to hide my scars or to burry my past trauma Where to run, where to seek I traumatize everything related to you Should i cut myself out and be there right behind the moon so i could see you at the night . And let you know my darkling side, that you spilled in my life . My voice get choked as from fear Fear of what ? Getting again into you? No ! It's just the painful agitation Thats all i know , nothing more nothing less Trying to divulge that is Enshroud in my soul .