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.
Lets pack a bag
Of all the bad things that happened.
All the people who you hated. All your guilt regret and worry
Pack it so that you can carry,
Carry it on your back
Getting heavier with each step you take.
Stoop to crawling.
Until you can’t move ahead .
Baggage is now crushing your head.
You came to halt,
Its all your fault.
You need to light the bag
Write it down,
Burn it or
Tear it apart.
Now comes the time for the ppl you hate.
Give them the benifit of being only human.
You are not responsible for their actions
So you try to forgive and forget.
Trickiest of all,
Its your call
To say its ok
To let go of all the guilt
And overcome every regret.
Moving on its still there
Weight of useless worries
All the happy things,
Note down all the options you have,
Pen down what you can do.
And take a deep breath.
Now its time you throw away.
The empty little bag.
So that you never ever
tempt to Fill it again.
A gloomy day. I wish.
I could just drown myself in the bucket of water.
Or peel my skin off,
i don’t wana be in my skin and bones.
I can shoot a bullet in my brain
Or just somehow not be me.
Can i stop being me.
Destroying yourself is so easy. You don’t even see it coming.
Few wrong decisions and boom!
You are in pieces.
Gather them can you?
Every little piece of yourself?
From the tiniest to the largest?
Put them together with a cellotape or glue?
Sew them with a thread?
But what can you do if the strings keep breaking?
How many times can you tie a knot?
Another glomy day
I feel its growing
The darkness inside me.
I feel myself turning
Colder and colder.
I feel my voice turning into whispers.
I feel the earth below me shaking.
Just one more day
I promise myself.
It gets better isn’t a lie.
Just one more day.
It will change i swear.
Either into bearable
Or it will cease to matter.
In both, it will get better.
Another gloomy day dies
And i survive.