I'm hurt,
Its not you who hurt,
not your intention to hurt,
It's me,
my thought for you,
my suggestions for you,
is killing me like the hell.
My expectation on you,
on your feeling,
on your expectation on me.
Its the situation that hurt me,
the situation to expect more on you,
the situation to belief more on you.
It's me, who hurt me.

i am a writer.
no matter what, that is what I am.
my mid afternoon ice cream snack can turn into a 300 word poem.
nothing comes easy to me except words.
writing is an escape.
it is a way to feel everything and nothing at the same time.
writing to me is like breathing.
without it my whole world would implode.
my mind would fill with thoughts enough to fill the pits that have been left in my soul.
if I did not write I would not live.