Four walls. A ceiling. And a locked door. Sounds cold and lonely. But those can be the warmest words in the world to some people. And like that the difference starts. To some people life is beautiful. To some people life is pathetic. And to some people life is beautifully pathetic.
We all know that black is dark and white is bright. But only those people know that gray is the darkest and brightest colour. And that's how I find those words the warmest.
When you cry and cry and cry for someone who left you until you feel nothing at all, you decide to move on. Then new people come and make you feel happy and loved. But again you become abandoned. The same thing repeats until one day you give up. And that's when I found those words the warmest.
My story isn't an exception. An introvert and a super nerdy someone who was always busy with studies and grades. So all I had at school were rivals and competitors. No friends but I didn't mind. Cause to me the word 'friend' was valueless.
But it was lonely. When I looked around, everyone was busy with someone. Friend or lover. Happily rambling and laughing together. I didn't mind though. I always thought that I'm wiser than these people they're just wasting their time.
But everything became more miserable when someone started to sexually harass me every single day at home. And the place I called home pointed fingers at me. That's when I finally realized that I,
Was Alone
I just needed a place to hide. I wanted someone to protect me. I wanted to feel safe and I wanted to feel loved. I wanted to feel warm.
I wanted to live
And not regret for existing.
The only things that consoled me were,
Four walls. A ceiling. And a locked door.
