She

You think she is hard to deal with,
She pushes you to your limits, to your breaking point.
To see if you’re really worth her time.
Its not superiority, no.
Its her way of shielding herself from more disappointment.
Most of you lose,
You blame her for making your inner demon roar out,
As if she puts those words in your mouth,
She made you act the most disgusting way.
But all she does is keep you away,
Out.
She is heavily guarded by walls around her,  you shiver in the wrath of cold wind, outside.

You think she doesn’t treat you right when all she wanna see is how you’ll treat her when you see her for what she is,
When she stops being this unapproachable mystery,
When you meet her inner demons,
When you walk in her darkness
And when she isn’t that happy go lucky as she seems from outside.
She just try to see if you are worth shedding her layers for.

Suicide 

Mostly I have always termed suicide as cowardice but now i actually can’t. because sometimes everything breaks inside you sometimes all you want is to stop being a name or a gender, to stop being a daughter, a sister, a friend, stop being you, to choose not to exist at all, not to matter not even to yourself.

living is fighting and when you can’t see what you are fighting for or is it even worth it? giving up seems so tempting.

The battle with loneliness is worst when  you have ppl around you but you just can’t connect to them, not the lack of someone but lack of ability to make them understand you. 

I believe strongest is the person who has been most vulnerable once.

Emotional pain and helplessness is probably the worst combination ever. Trust me when i say this, one would do anything literally anything to escape these. That’s why most ppl hurt themselves. 

 I m not suicidal, I still don’t suggest killing yourself as a solution because 

even when you feel you have noone, you still have yourself.

 When thinking about living becomes scary, remind yourself it won’t be same forever. It gets better, if you survive worst, you will reach your best. You have to keep hope alive.  Its necessary to survive and sometimes that’s what happens living a little less surviving a little more but the question remains 

is it better than dying? Dying in parts?
 

 

Thoughts

It scares me sometimes, how close i get to surrender myself to my demons. When life gets hard and search for ways to get out of trouble starts one encounters a lot of tempting shortcuts too. 

Sometimes you think just this once, just this once if i compromise my morality i would never have to do this again. That “once” is a lie.

The thoughts i have aren’t worthy of writing, in written they can harm more than just me but it is scary to keep them locked in, it will slowly drive me crazy.

In the years of human existence, they have enlisted deadliest poisons not once did they listed the most common one, thoughts. 

How easy it is to turn a mere doubt into solid belief, just think it more than once. How easy it is to talk yourself in and out of things, just keep thinking in that direction. We always want what we think we deserve and lament how unfair life is. But is it? Because what we deserve isn’t what we think we should get.

Thoughts can be deceptive, they can lure you away from reality. It can all be slipping out of your hand when you think you have it under your thumb or you will be thinking of how miserable your life is, avoiding all the good things in front of your eyes.

It makes a tiny atom into an atom bomb that explodes taking others with you unpredictably.
It remembers every bad experience, every bad memory and it gives you flash backs and that fuels your bitterness. It makes you shut down, choose solitude when you need others the most. It can make demon out of blank darkness. Sometimes you think you need to do this there is no other way but there are other ways you are just blinded by what you think. Sometimes you spend all your life in denials because you train you mind like that. How easily it can slowly takes you to the end, before you know it you are there. What scare me the most is that I have no control on what i think, i can divert it, distract myself, avoid it but can’t stop it.

Prostitution

ILLUMINATING in the FLUORESCENT lights
Streets INTERWINED with illegal trade and crimes
Long forgotten, the dreams in eyes
Dressed shiny in cheap style
She is neither a name nor a human kind.
Her value is how short is her dress
Or how many she sees everyday
Selling her body, feeding lust
There is no other identity than
Amount of money per hour she takes
Once a young beautiful bird,
Lured in hell away from nest.
Her name, she couldn’t remember anymore,
Was it tina? Tanya? Chakore?
We call her names, worst of all
A hoe, a slut, a bitch, a whore.
Day and night on a creaking bed.
Several times her clothes she shed.
She is from the land of goddesses
Living in illegal addresses,
Many like her nameless workers
Pimped around to horny jerkers
Roles she plays everyday,
To fill IMPERFECTION of their lives
Of the girl they desire or of their haughty wives.
Boosting ego, masculinity, his chauvinistic thoughts.
Safety and security is a history to her,
Goodness and respect, a MYSTERY .
She represents the IMPERFECTION of our Society
She represents the dirt in our minds.
She represent the hypocrisy in our character.
She represent the inhumanity in human kinds.

Rape

The Rhythm of vibrating bones

The crimson liquid running amok

And all humanity lost.

She screamed 

She struggled 

She tried fighting him off 

The lusty monster sneers

Tightening his hold 

Kicking her in the guts

He crawled away at last. 

She whimpered

Her screams died

The Peculiar silence pierced.

Night wept ,

the moon ashamed

The sky mourned

The air turned cold. 

They all witnessed the heinous crime. 

The death of Compassion in human kind. 

When fellow humans turned blind. 

She Trembled her way to home

Trapped in a real nightmare.