I'm not angry with my body, but my every scar hides a tear.
I'm angry with my soul...
oh my dear soul!
why did you have to be so compliant... why did you have to be so naive.... why don't you understand the ways of the world and
why do you easily take the bait?
do you like being Hurt by others? or do u enjoy being in pain?
Through the solemn darkness...
I heard a voice call out my name....
It sure did sound like me... but just more happier than I ever could be...
it was my soul indeed...
looking at me with her twinkling eyes...
Telling me that all the wretched things that happen to us
can only hurt our mind...

      can only hurt our mind...

Just hold me n sway with me...
Let's dance to the chaos of our broken hearts...
syncing together to form a
shymphony...

I revisited my past...just as dark and damp...
Remembered every detail of the hurtful clamp...
Its not like I don't miss it...but I barely say a thing...
Every time i think of it a piece of me keeps fading...
Is it a 'need' to hurt myself or a curse that memories bring ?....
And yet my soul hangs on a string...

I have cried every nite before falling asleep...
Every word and action cutting me deep...
Lost my self in this conduct....
Am gonna b stronger...
No more hoping for a rescue...
but I know...
tomorrow m gonna give in to your smile...
Gonna try hard to hold back for a while...
And then just like a thing you own
'Am willingly gonna give you my heart just to see you tear it down....AGAIN

Broken....
I stood for the break of dawn...
waiting for my mind to reason out blunders that my heart had made.... Waiting to wake up from a dream so true that my hand shook as I poured my sins on this piece of paper.... Wanting to just be held by the most comforting truth of all...
Death...