we are teenagers who fight. shit happens we lie;we cheat;we feel the study pressure;we fall in love and end up with a broken heart. we bitch about the bitches-drink till we pass out. Hardships are faced and loneliness hide our silent cry. Still we a...
Faults, vurnable cause can be a part of any ones story. Specifically of those who flip between characters, who are sensitive or even getting through a strom in their life. The person under control of insecure environment confines some drastic changes.
They are happy at one point and undoubtedly becomes sad the next moment which also gets replaced by strong agony of hate towards issues, things,beings or even imaginary problems that they easily create due to over thinking. It's a disorder may be called 'bipolar' may be its due to over drug dose or any possessions one carry.
All scumbag faces in society slaps down the person's emotional - mental strength leading him/her to self harm .....
The destruction is slow but the effects are seen instinctively !! It not only destroy the suffering soul but even the people who care about them.
Here's a victim hiding her resentful state. she played,partied, laughed hard at all calls. She was a expertise in masking her insecure - tearful anxieties which sinked regardlessly along with the bipolar flow.....
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The guy got distracted behind the beauty of her madness. Sudenly when the neglection got dangerous a fire brunt the link in between them.
He knew the fact that rehabs can cure her health but won't clean her head. He stayed throughout even when situation took worse turns.
He wasn't complaining he was no more accusing fate. He was just missing all normal things which are just absurd to him now.
He thoroughly spelled out :
She crwals every day , She lays down next to the window in silence every night, Pretending to be lost waiting for the stars to shine up and bring her back from the clutches of dark......
I failed to identify what wrong was been happening until whole damage was done!
I'M MISSING
She faded away with the wind, lost it completely when I wasn't aware of the addiction she dared to possess... Adored her brighter face smiling over mischievous jokes, defining pranksterious behaviour she owned! The days were shady in their own way as it barely seemed, But now on I'm uncertain of my life with her, I held the grey thoughts and burnt it green.... The smoke was only my need to be in senses at her leave, So was me struggling to be stronger than ever as it mattered like hell to me.
She hided her pills , her scars , her dripping memories ... Never gave me a out line, My belonged faith got ruined, I'm missing the old good me. Rather now running a lie on sarcasm and caffeine, Getting wasted to fight the demons arising within. I blame myself for neglecting her difficulties ,
'I never truly got through the mask she pretended to be! I'm fainting immensely to her hurtfull pleads , No one cared to notice what her eyes dared to speak....'
Staying up late was fun untill that one party overdose destroyed your state, Hallucinations fooled the poor soul Bipolar mess hanged the light, the only light which use to enlighten the darkness within me...
Her personality disorders got worsen as she started overthrowing aimlessly , Harmed was she - blamed was most probably me! I sledged while controlling her collapse , even joined hands in mad acts...... but her come back seemed no closer to be found.....
Those scratches over doors silenced my questions, as nights bought horrendous faith which played on tip of knife till her fingers bleed! I made ways to held up normal conversation and random things, I worriedly enrolled myself in world so called was primarily illusionist! Dead to be alive- alive were dead! Thereby participating in the fall with all crazy scenes she pulled up, In a hope of time when she might recognise the real self partially lost, refraining strength of mine took chances full of regressive thoughts.....
Tired of the nicotine addiction will she open arms and abide true sights ? Will she even live up to 29? I'm sure of wasting away in her bed, free from pills my sensual drug might keep her from dieing ! Living a lie till reality listens her complaints about life, Getting some reasons can keep her alive ? Can it keep her from drugging and abusing own nerves? Are the doubts eating my mind...
I'm missing something undefined, Her obsession collided my heart, breaking into pieces left are the names carved on planks of shut doors...... Behind those is a fool at fault! who neglected the bad , who was blinded by fake happiness around, She suffered traumatic lonely times Held cutters deep instead of soft pillows during sleepy nights, Solely met emotional breakdowns, Where else I failed to caught up her healthy act, I seldomly ruined apart what was preciously mine....
I'm missing the old good me , Rather now running from reality . Getting wasted to fight the demons arising within, I never truly got through the mask she pretended to be ! I'm fainting immensely to her hurtfull pleads , No one cared to notice what her eyes dared to speak....
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