Left home in the morning
Excited to spend the day with friends
Aware of the fact that i need to be home
Much Before the sun sets.

Not because i had to rest well For my exam tomorrow,
Not because i had to go to work early,
It was because we live in a society
Where i could be ***** if i walked home alone,
When it is dark already..

I am getting cold feet
As am walking alone towards my home
I see him walking towards me

"You are a piece of meat for me,"
Told he,

I start running
I am panting
He runs behind me faster
Grabs me,slaps me and drags me
Drags me into the bushes
Helplessly i resent

Thats when i wake up
I wake up disturbed
I am perspiring
Thinking what a **** victim must have underwent!

Remember
It is not your fault
Because you wore a short
It can't be a reason for assault
They are debaucher
They don't need a reason
They just need a prey.
And We need to deal with them,straightaway.

Though we are walking alone
We can't be a victim
Our life cant come to a standstill
For few scoundrels

Lets Stand up for ourselves
Learn to fight
Be bold
Lets just not moan..

we need to make this world a better place for our daughters
We need to get rid of these rotters

WE NEED TO GET RID OF THESE ROTTERS!

I like to watch the curl of smoke from between my lips
That dancing wave like movement floating listly up and away
Back and forth undulating to a song all its own
Majestic in its travel pulling with it the trouble
The doubt the pain
All the worry
Floats away.

last night i kissed my sister's hands...

It's been a while since I wrote,
Since I usually only write when I'm struggling
And lately ive not been struggling
Since my mom moved out and I moved back in
Since I became tired of school
Since I became normal

I'm sick of being normal
I want to be on an extreme
I want to be depressed
I want to be elated
Ive felt both sides of the spectrum and I'm bored of being nothing special anymore
I'm sick of doing nothing all day because I find it relaxing
I'm sick of talking to strangers all night because the people in my life in front of me don't entertain me anymore.

Wife me up is a weird phrase, isn't it?

Spanish class shouldn't be this boring

Why can't he be my own age? And not make bad choices, like me?

I'm the bad choice, not the one who makes bad choices
I think

I'm sick of saying "I think" and people accepting that as fact and being okay with the fact that nothing is definite

Life me up, please