"I Cannot Make You Understand. I Cannot Make Anyone Understand What Is Happening Inside Me. I Cannot

today, i realized i am drowning.

i am drowning and i can't breathe. its all dark and too much. i am choking and coughing. but. the catch is, i tried to scream. i screamed till my throat bleed. but when i saw them laughing, i realized how it didn't matter. how i never mattered. my screams , my cry for help never mattered. they knew. they fucking knew but they shut me out.

They left me here. in the dark. to drown in blood.

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Why mother?

why did you tear me apart

when you should have kept me together ?

when you should have held me a bit closer ?

Why father ?

why did you pull me down

and drowned me in my tears

when you should have been my ladder ?

when you should have kept me warm under your wings ?

Why sister ?

why did you spat venom and killed me inside

when you should have been my pillar ?

when you should have hugged me tighter ?

“I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.”

— Ernest Hemingway

What do I aspire to be ?

A walking contradiction.

NEVER let men be masculine. hold the line soldiers

I don't believe in god.

Nor in fate.

But I need to know.

If we will ever, like ever cross paths again.

Will I atleast get to say goodbye ?

passion.

it's supposed to be the burning flame,

the light that guides you forward,

the torch that lits the way.

but

sometimes,

the flame reduces to nothing but a spark.

and

the light seems so far that all you see is darkness.

and sometimes,

the torch burns a bit too much,

leaving us all in burned pieces.

~K

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