Don’t say that you are coming back.
I never needed you.
Don’t say you are coming back,
Because I can get up on my own.
Don’t say I need someone to hold on too,
If I did need someone,
It would never be you.
Don’t say anything,
And just simply walk away.

My life has changed me from the
Ups and downs,
It feels like I was searching for something,
All year long.
It feels like my sadness is in knots ,
Every time I got hurt another was made.
I never stopped panicking ,
I cried,
Felt emotionless ,
Felt like the world turned against me.
Sometimes I felt completely opposite,
Sometimes I felt like Somebody was punching me and kicking me to finish the end line of the race,
Sometimes it felt like the person wasn’t hurting me but,
Cheering for me to move forward.
It wanted me to be happy.
And I never stopped questioning.
I wondered
What was wrong with me ?
Who do I want to be ?
That if life is a pile jumbled up strings of sadness ,
Then I should be the one to open the strings and never think about what happened.

It’s the moment of happiness,
When you realize,
you have got the greatest gift in the world,
IN YOURSELF! .
                         It’s the pride in you
                     That makes you different
                And it’s something hard to beat,
           That people will beg from you on their knees.
The feeling of bravery ,
when you realize that people will make fun of you,
                                               Laugh,
                                               Spread rumors
      But  don’t give a ****
because they are not like you!.
It’s a feeling of soothing satisfaction,
which no one can deny .
It’s a gift,
              When you make the perfect things
                          From the mixed up fragments of your life
People will make you feel like trash,
            But don’t ever let their doubts grab you.
                        Because you know,
That a thousand years can pass,
But there will be no one
Quite like you.
                            
You might fade into darkness,
Because you feel neglected
But can I tell you this,
There will be no human like you on earth
Who could be so perfect.
                          Believe there is happiness,
In the long road of your life,
And you are perfect,
Perfectly you,
Just the way YOU WERE MEANT TO BE.

Love,
Love is something I believe is imaginary
Its like the wind you hardly realized that it passed by you.
I mean its hard to find,
Mr.Perfect.
They say you cant live without love,
Then how am I surviving?.
Mr.Perfect wont be on a white horse,
He probably wont even know how to ride it.
Mr. perfect and you will never have the perfect moment ,
In which the world will stop and stand still.
Mr.Perfect wont dream about you,
Day and night,
Plus if you want prove,
You can see he is in a bar fight.
Love will come after,
Million years,
When I will be rotting in my grave.
Love wont exist when I need it.
Love wont know my name.
LOVE ISNT THERE,
WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST.
Love was just a myth.
It was a fairy tale.
It was just a dream.

The start of my new journey,
Began with a point.
A point which had billions of ideas.
A tip to create the best stories.
It just needed to be held,
And needed to be told to write.
It needed courage,
To share its deepest memories with the world.
Every time it wrote,
It stopped and used it bottom to erase the memory.
And once it had come in the flow,
The writing had started to glow.
A piece was created,
And its dream had become true.
Its desire,
Had been taken into consideration.
The tip of my pencil had spoken its words.

That girl,
Sat far away from where I was.
But her sadness had crowded the room.
She was young,
Lonely,
Broken,
Weak.
And her pain ,
Was in the droplets of her tears.
It felt like I could feel her sadness surround me.
Its seemed like I knew what she was feeling.
She looked quiet identical to me.
She looked at my eyes ,
The tear droplet fell from her eye.
She nodded her head,
She stared at me,
And vanished into the thin air.

The apple was just a lie.
The lie that killed her.
The lie that made her heart stop,
And made all her memories fade away.
The apple was bright as a rose,
But harmful as poison.
The apple was waiting for her teeth,
To sink.
The apple was screaming her name,
So she could grab it ,
And its reason in the world would be complete.
The apple was the temptation,
She couldn’t stop.
The apple was the poison,
And the first accomplishment to her evil plot