Sorry but I care
I know the anger on my face kills you
I know my rude ways make you sad
But do I have a choice
Every word I speak out of love you take for granted
Every thing I ask as a well-wisher you consider nagging
Yes the world exist and you need to bother about it
But how to explain that in front of that world I see you
Your pain and problems are my concerns
The worldly affairs don't worry me
I thought our relation was different and we shared a special bond
But every time you hide your pains you just break another chord
I know I am not the best nor I stand for you without rest
But yes I feel and your moods make a great lot of deal
Seeing people bother you, grieves me equally as it does to you
But just because I don't say doesn't mean I cannot feel you
You always think I don't care or understand
While in reality I am just confused how to take a stance
I don't know what to do because you never express your expectations
And when I share my expectations you just consider it insecurities
I know I am not what you want and I know I cannot be what you want
This is what aches me brings the anger to my face, the rudeness in my ways
Sorry for all of that
But I care is all I have
Oscar Wilde said:
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
And this
"With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?"
And then this
"I am tired of myself tonight, I should like to be someone else"
And now someone please tell me if I am the only one who thinks his thoughts are so similar to me...
He could have been a great friend.
Found the diagnosis to my problems...
Morbid fear of solitude, or of being left alone, abandoned or ignored.
P.S.: Solitude is often good but the rest are just dreadful.
As a child I really loved the idea of suicide and kind of glorified it in my mind. It seemed perfect in all ways, you don't have to suffer in old age, you don't have to suffer from the pain of any terminal illness. It was just like if things are not going well you can end things whenever you want. I always liked the fact that suicide gives you the right to end your life as per your wish and instead of someone or something having the ability to end you.
But now a lot of time has passed, I am an adult and very thankful that I found a reason to not do something so 'awesome' as suicide. Because now I am mature and has realised that the notion behind my glorifying suicide had no base. I have realised that Yes when we try to hang ourselves we are the ones to remove that stool from under our feet but the rope we use was given to us by someone else. In simple words we want to end our lives but only because of others and how they treat us, which is obviously wrong. One more thing I realised growing up is that like we got hundred reasons to procrastinate our work, we also got hundred reasons to procastinate the idea of suicide. And for me just a single one was sufficient to keep me alive and also to teach me how to love life.
Maybe you need more than one reason to keep up living but I know you have those reasons, so just find them and cling to it till you start loving yourself and the surrounding. If I can move on everyone can and you know if I would have opted for suicide back when I was a kid, maybe I would have never been able to face all those failures and then enjoyed overcoming them. Challenges don't make your life miserable but they make your life unique. Just like I love to wear a unique dress to a party, I also love having my set of failures and challenges which make my life unique.
Finally, when you feel like ending your life just cling to the 'some' reasons around you to live till the time you start loving your life. Because suicide is stupid and everyone definitely realises that one day.
What it feels like to break a bond that was never there
What it feels like to wake up from a dream and realise reality is here
What it feels like to know that you are not the one
What it feels like to think someone unknown has left you abandoned
What it feels like to know you were never good enough
What it feels like to live in a bluff
What it feels like to expect too much
What it feels like to have a wrong hunch
What it feels like to consider love would come by
What it feels like when the one you like breaks all ties
What it feels like to have a void
What it feels like to not being able to avoid
It definitely feels too much
It's so much that you eventually give up
It's so elaborate that you get numb
But you still think what it feels like to...
Everyone has to make choices. Sometimes there’re only bad choices, all of them, each way you look it’s a sea of bad choices, and we just have to pick one, the best one, or maybe just any one.
- Things we lost to the water by Eric Nguyen
So you left me
I realised late
Ah! That was always my fate
I know I ignored you first
But what you did was worst
The best thing about characters of a book is not what they do in the book, it's the little backstory about them. The story that makes them what they are in the book. No character is beautiful without their backstory. And ain't it the same with humans??
The world is pretty miserable around but recently I found some hope, it was not some mental thought but a person. We tend to derive positive emotions from the people who are close to us or those we love but this person was actually nothing more than an acquaintance, he was neither my love nor my friend or family. He was just an acquaintance, a person who was around me because he was supposed to be. Now coming to why he was a ray of hope. While growing up we start losing our innocence, our happy vibe and energy, we get burdened by responsibility and so on but this person was different, he was in his 20s but his eyes were innocent as a 2 years old, he was also going through enough but his smile was enough to wash your pains. This feeling I got while being around him was different, he was warm as a winter sun. It never felt like things would go wrong around him, I know I was in a different place then but he was enough to give me hope.
You don't know what battles I am fighting
You don't know the ones I am winning and losing
You don't know if my breakfast is sweet or bitter
You don't know if I am returning to a bed of flowers or nails
You don't know if I am having nightmares
You don't know if my mornings are even fair
You just know I speak less
You don't know that each of my actions are shouting ahead
You don't know enough because I am not willing to tell
You don't know enough because you are not the risk I am willing to take
I am an introvert, you think I like playing safe
But you don't know even privacy is like a fire play
Feeling anxious because something reminded me that I am not special & irreplaceable for the people who are special & irreplaceable to me.