Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.

"And now I am stuck with the idea that you loved me too."

At four Am,
Listening to her favorite band
Thinking of all the things she has done wrong..
She thinks of all those who are left..
Blames herself for them leaving
Suddenly she starts to cry..
She lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she was..

You can't bleed a rainbow

I know you have scars
I have them too
But just because they're there
Doesn't mean they define you

*From my poem Believe*

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. In my case its twice the reaction and thrice the damage.

Apologies aren't going to define in silent, it's like redoing the paint repeatedly to sell. Apparently, you're not sold.

Her voice was painfully beautiful, drenched in the tears she never shed.

Those dreams hijacked your peaceful state of mind, slamming you at 850 rounds per minute, an assault riffle crafted with your name emblazoned on its body.

But those dreams meant nothing, they only meant you were unfit to attempt reality.

We can destroy what we have writen, but you can not unwrite it.