Run [Wattys2018]

||bit me up||

I'm a minion. Or should I say, more than a moron.

>"Heart: Bit me up"<

I was supposed to come with you
But I realized the things that saddens me.
Three little world of anguish, dystopia and angst again.

I smile because I know I can take the challenges with mere hope of succeeding.

But I think I can no more reach my goals with hope.
I'm useless in a sense!

Just blow your self up
And I aim for you to stop
Stop! Just stop saying that I am a note in your heart.
Because In the first place,
I know I'm just an idle

People don't think that I'm drained and very well consumed inside
I

've tried but just once.
I didn't know that suicide has a tantamount value of punishment.
And that punishment in Akhiraat is 100 lashes.
---Astagfirullah.

The heart of a melancholic person.
She feels worthless in this slouch world. She is beloved with the custom she's in. The kind of piercing eyes of the society and with the gist of her heart that forms a mist.
She loves to write and that is what she wants to do forever.
Just to write and to write for her to take the pain away.
Unappreciated.
Ignored.
Despaired.
Heartbroken.

She waits for the day that someone will respect her tears and sadness.
She hopes to escape her past.
She looks to the future positively for a better process of comprehension of sorrow, her love, lost, and life.

Longing for someone who can revere her passion.
She feels all of these inside on something we call the heart.
She is depressed.
She keep on thinking.
It was over.

Where she can find her happiness?
In the air that whisper her tricky things And make her heart shattered into separated pieces and who covers the night with darkness?

She is introverted.
She wants to be at piece
In the darkness.
Though she is almost perfect.
She wants to enjoy the presence of silence.
She wish she could cry forever until her tears are empty.
And just remembered as a bitter sweet memory.

For her, heart is the beating- drums of emotions, sudden burst of a single world called love, the one that screams the things that wounded her. Its not the station  pumping of blood
---Its the ticking time bomb of emotions,heart break and Desperation's.