I can hear my heart beat, so distinct and loud. It makes me feel like I'm alive. It makes me feel like a human, a damn human. It makes me feel that I'm important. It's like suddenly, out of nowhere, It makes me realize my own existence. For a while, I'm pushed into deep thought. Suddenly realising the wonders going inside of me while I'm just breathing, something as mere and plain as breathing. I've been doing this for seventeen years and yet the phrase 'the process of taking air into and expelling it from the lungs' feels so surreal. Like how? I didn't even realize when the thin air got into me. Was it taught to me? the breathing? I guess it was always in me for I don't remember my mum telling me to respire. If I already knew something as important and as precious as breathing, I bet I also know to never let it stop. For if you let it stop you'll fail. It'll be a biggest failure of your life. A power that was inside of you right from your birth, something that you didn't acquire, you didn't learn it, It was always there, as a part of you- the power to breathe. It's okay if you failed your exam because you were required to learn things which you couldn't. But there's no way you can fail to live, even if it feels like hell, even if there's no use, you just need to breath. Keep breathing and every piece of jigsaw puzzle will fall in it's place, believe me. Because suicide is not the solution, in fact, it's not even an option.
Much love,
Nupur.
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PoetryMy demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would...
