aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

define – Friends

we make friends or they make us?

when iam fucked up they are supposed to stay

when i can see anything people say friends make way

we make friends or they make us?

tough one to answer

but as they say,

there isn't much difference

friendship and love-

at an appropriate hour at appropriate day

they both decay

they both stink

with same familiar smell

that can take your life away

 

when one is alone he is good

in a company drinks repay

they say

so, are these things the ones that are supposed to stay?

when they cant see beyond drugs

how can they show me the way?

 

the relationships, all of them

they appear to be making you strong they sometimes support you

but they make you connected, dependent, weak,

these things make us

INCOMPLETE

A changed perspective

What is inside few care,

what is absent nobody knows,

and for those of you who do this is for you,

this is for you to know

sometimes you don’t speak

sometimes you are unable to

there are times when you really want to kill somebody

difference is but one,

you care for it when it begins

and I never cared till it was done.

The process humbly requested many things

and I gave everything I could,

but powerful ones this is what I perceive,

is what I got in return.

Now I don’t care about dreams,

I don’t fear outcomes,

relationships, I hate easy to make and hard to break.

Darkness I thought I love,

was the thing I feared the most

the series of recursive defeats and shadows of unknown,

are partially left, partially gone.

Now I love it,

now I know what it means

it gives me reason for being alone,

as darkness in my life

is partially left, partially gone.