Staring at the nothingness ahead of me,
I walk into it, wanting nothing to be found.
Standing by a volcano which once erupted light,
I am scared what if it comes back to life.
When the demonic silence speaks volumes,
I listen intently; finding my way through invisible crossroads.
And then being my savior,
The light of darkness finally dawns upon me.
Don’t talk to her
She’s in too deep
Drowning in her own pain.
Her eyes are empty
An endless void
A reflection of her life.
She can’t sleep
She can’t eat
Just keeps awaiting her doom.
Everyday
A new mask
Everyday
A new pretense.
Lost in her own nightmares
She murdered her hopes
Strangled her joy.
No tears shed
For this living corpse
No remorse
For her bleeding heart.
That’s how she lives
That’s who she is
The girl who killed herself.
I miss you my dear ball of fur…
Oh how you’ve grown up; no more the same little thing that used to climb in bed with me and snatch away my pillow to use it as your mattress.
No more chewed footwear or torn cushions. No…you are lazier now 😛
You make me want to rush home and hug you. It is my favorite stress buster.
I love you my one true love…my Zoe. ❤
Twenty pink roses and the 23 year old curse was broken….. Teddy bears, chocolates and roses, what more can a girl ask for on her birthday 😀 A dedication video made by two of my very good friends, all the planning and scheming behind my back and two bloody cakes…. no doubt my 23’rd year started with a bang!! It was fun, it was great; I did miss my parents but I’m gonna go meet them this weekend 🙂 Sorry for not putting up anything for the past two days but I was still hung up on all the sugar I consumed. I’m going to make use of my newly acquired journal my friend gave me and probably come up with something good soon 🙂 Till then God Bless..
I have spent a lot of my time worrying about true love. Who will he be? When will I find him? Will he like me? I used to think that it was the hardest thing to do but then this very evening I saw a mother give birth to her baby while posted in the OBGYN department. She had been in labor for hours, was in pain, exhausted and there was a lot of blood 😦
Finally she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Then it happened…she looked at her child for the first time and that look on her face was pure love; love for her newborn baby. It felt like she had momentarily forgotten all about her pain and despair; like her baby was the center of her world and nothing else mattered. It was then I realized that I had already found true love the day I was born.
The first thing I did after that was to call my mom and tell her how much I loved her. I don’t know why we spend years trying to find the meaning of love when it is right there in front of us. A mother’s love is unconditional and one that is easily ignored by us. If you haven’t told your mom what she means to you, I request you do it today. Tell her how much you appreciate everything that she has done for you. It will make her day I can assure you.
Then one day it dawned on me: If my value to others hinged on what I’d do for them, then their approval of me was of no real value. So I did myself a favor. I learned to say no to all favors but those I could do with a giving heart.— Sandra Kring
My inability to say no is one of the biggest tragedies of my life. Add to it my fear of rejection and you get a perfect pushover. Earlier it was just to please people around me but eventually it became a habit and now I just can’t say no.
It had come to a point where people’s perspective of me became everything. I stopped being myself and turned into a pseudo someone that my peers wanted me to be. I know it is not a good place to be and I’m still fighting to turn things around though I’m not sure if I’ll succeed. What can I do?
To say that it is one of my favorite quotes would be a major understatement. I’ll have to admit the question of whether one should fall in love or not is something everyone has contemplated in their lives. I for one am very skeptical about it. So I want to know what you think. Is taking the risk worth it?
It was like any other day. I woke up, got dressed and dragged my ass to yet another agonizing lecture on dead people. Personally Forensic science was never my forte. I mean who likes to hang around in the mortuary for the better part of the day 😦 That day was supposed to be like any other day. We were supposed to be having a lecture on bones which I had planned to sleep through. What I didn’t know was that a single incident was going to change my outlook on life forever.
Halfway through the lecture we were told that there was a very special case for postmortem that day and that we shouldn’t miss it. Happy that I won’t have to suffer the boredom of a lecture theater I all but skipped to the postmortem house.
Instead of a body there lay a small bundle wrapped in an old blanket. There was buzzing all around, students trying to figure out what it was that we were going to witness. Finally the blanket was removed. There lay a small girl, barely two days old with bruises covering her face and neck. A collective gasp resounded in the room.
The whole thing was supposed to be the highlight of our term since very few people got to witness this. It would help us to understand what we read in the books better but none of these thoughts could remove the ache that was forming in my chest. The harsh reality that female infanticide did exist hit me hard. Reading about it in the news never made this more real than it was at that moment.
What had that poor girl done to anyone? Should she be killed this mercilessly just because she was a girl?
As time passed we learnt how her parents had wrapped her up in a blanket just one day after she was born and then dumped her at a secluded place to die. She died of hunger and cold. Damn she was even attacked by the dogs, hence the bruises. She was born alive there was no doubt of it. Her parents didn’t want her so they took care of the situation the old way.
How can people be so heartless? How is it possible for a mother to murder her child whom she nurtured in her womb for nine months? I can’t begin to understand the reasons behind this cruelty.
We need to take a stand. Female infanticide is a crime and just not humane. To fight this we must join hands. Talk to the people you know, create awareness and if you see such a thing happening around you, inform the authorities. Search your soul and tell me-
“Was she really born to die?”
I know exactly what you think,
You think that I have gone insane.
But is it right for you to judge,
When you’re so ignorant of my pain.
I told you once, I told you twice,
I told you every night and day.
I swore to you my love, my life,
Still you fooled me all the way.
I gave to you all that I had,
My heart, body, soul and mind.
Tried to make you see my side of things,
How could you have been so blind?
You left me standing helpless,
But what else can I do.
How can I move on with life,
When I’m still in love with you.
I tried to erase the scars you left,
But your memories won’t fade away.
I carved your name on my soul with love,
And that fire still burns me everyday.
It is dark in here, a pitch black room,
I’m hiding from the sun.
The light disrupts the endless calm,
This void that my life has become.
I hear the voices calling me,
They’re telling me to unlock the door.
They try to seep in through the cracks,
Ready to unleash the pain in store.
I close myself and shut them out,
My tears still falling like rain.
The air around so thick with fear,
It’s bound to leave a stain.
No stop!!! Just stop I’m begging now,
These nightmares won’t go away.
Those footsteps keep coming closer and closer,
To escape I can find no way.
The numbness sings a sweet lullaby,
My need to fight it deep.
I lie awake keeping me conscious,
I’m just too afraid to fall asleep.
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