It's not you It's me It's not them It's me I used to fight Now I just agree It's not you It's me
#Poem
#Poem
If I were to disappear Here and now Would you notice The empty place on the sofa Right beside you Where I used to be Would you notice If my existence were to cease But I guess what I really mean is Would you really care ?
#Poem ( Shine )
You didn't expect that You never expected me to get up But I did Everytime you pushed me down I stayed down Everytime you broke my heart I apologised Everytime I should've stood up And said No. I didn't Well I'm up now I picked up the pieces and made them whole You are not…
#Poem
I'm still here After all these years I'm still here Standing still Actually ... I'm moving backwards I wish I were still.
# Poem
And then you realise That it was never about you It was all about them You were never the cause You were only the means And when they got there You were left behind Disregarded .. thrown away And only then Do you start to wonder Why you ever let them Why you allowed them…
Creative writing # 1
Why is it that no matter how many good things you do .. people only remember the one thing that slipped from you .. They decide they are going to judge you and how you treat them based on that one tiny inconvenience you seem to have caused them .. They will make you feel…
Is this love ?
She is not alone She is lonely She craves his closeness But settles for coldness How did she get here How did this happen She doesn't even recognise herself in the mirror How is this her life Why does she accept this Oh , it's love she says If this is love Then count me…
Help me ..
You ask me Are you alright I'm fine, I say But .... I am not I am far from being fine I want to tell you About it all I want you to know But you will judge Like them all I try to hide it But the thunder and lightening inside I can't hold…
Am I a crazy person?
Crazy .. should people be calling eachother that .. even as a joke? Me personally, I don't think so. I'm not trying to be all philosophical and smart and whatever, but here's why I'm thinking about it. So I have a condition called Tricho.. something something ... it's a mental disorder where you are compelled…
New Beginnings
Back when I was in school, I used to love English class. I loved reading and writing essays about novels and Shakespeare. I used to be really good at writing stories and poems, I was the top of the class. Then I stopped. Once I graduated, everything just stopped. I moved back to my home…
Just saying 