What does it take for you to realize that you are completely screwed. Your life is immensely fucked up and you don't have any other assumption or hope or even the slightest hint of living your life.
Well, she had been stabbed in the chest quite a lot of time, only this time she thought, 'I am suited.' She was all numb and non-reactive.
But there she laid, smiling and chilling out friends for an hour. And then weeping like someone's death drew her close, on someone who slapped right on her face so hard that I just couldn't get out of her bed for two days.
She was numb. It took her, two shots of Vodka all alone in an empty house, puking all alone, she stood up and went to her friend's house as she promised. All drunk. She thought it would reduce the pain she was going through. She thought it would break down that dagger in her chest into molecular level. But no, it penetrated deeper.
Why? But what happened?
She loved a man. She loved a man so much that she could give her all to him. She lied to thousand people except her four friends and was set to travel alone. Alone to the place where she thought she belonged. She was slapped on her face when she asked the guy, "Did you ever love me?"
And he without any hesitation replied, "NO"
She is now dead. All she is living with is a drunk day, the internal bruises on her face which once smiled on just a thought of his. A drinking and driving record at 10pm of the night. A smash with a car, broken heart, broken hand, a huge fight with a friend of hers who has cared for her more than anyone else did in the world, a sudden breakdown in front of hundreds of people in the middle of the road, again a breakdown on her sister's arms and she was still breaking, breaking to million more molecular pieces. Her tears don't seem to stop. She is now not human, not sane, not able to walk, talk or sleep. She covers up her dark circles with dashes of foundation, she is wearing spectacles just to hide her swollen up eyes.
I would like you all to wish that she Rests in Peace in her grave soon.
May she gets an eternal piece, so that she can be sent away with yet a love song....
Well, she had been stabbed in the chest quite a lot of time, only this time she thought, 'I am suited.' She was all numb and non-reactive.
But there she laid, smiling and chilling out friends for an hour. And then weeping like someone's death drew her close, on someone who slapped right on her face so hard that I just couldn't get out of her bed for two days.
She was numb. It took her, two shots of Vodka all alone in an empty house, puking all alone, she stood up and went to her friend's house as she promised. All drunk. She thought it would reduce the pain she was going through. She thought it would break down that dagger in her chest into molecular level. But no, it penetrated deeper.
Why? But what happened?
She loved a man. She loved a man so much that she could give her all to him. She lied to thousand people except her four friends and was set to travel alone. Alone to the place where she thought she belonged. She was slapped on her face when she asked the guy, "Did you ever love me?"
And he without any hesitation replied, "NO"
She is now dead. All she is living with is a drunk day, the internal bruises on her face which once smiled on just a thought of his. A drinking and driving record at 10pm of the night. A smash with a car, broken heart, broken hand, a huge fight with a friend of hers who has cared for her more than anyone else did in the world, a sudden breakdown in front of hundreds of people in the middle of the road, again a breakdown on her sister's arms and she was still breaking, breaking to million more molecular pieces. Her tears don't seem to stop. She is now not human, not sane, not able to walk, talk or sleep. She covers up her dark circles with dashes of foundation, she is wearing spectacles just to hide her swollen up eyes.
I would like you all to wish that she Rests in Peace in her grave soon.
May she gets an eternal piece, so that she can be sent away with yet a love song....
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